Six month checkup

I've just come back from my check up. They take an X-ray to see if there is anything untoward.  There wasn't. Fantastic!

I cannot understand why the system demands that my blood pressure is measured before I go in to see the chest physician.  It's high - it was screamingly high today. I'd been hyperventilating, I was aware of that, and by the time I'd actually negotiated the hospital car park, the X-ray department and was sitting once again in the "pink zone" waiting room I could feel my heart pounding. It's just another useless statistic which no doubt someone has to process.

I nearly cried when he looked straight at me with a very serious face and said that everything was fine. It is after all a very emotional moment to know that you've made it another six months down the road of life which you didn't expect to have. But I still haven't worked out what it is that I was destined to do with this extra time; I'm still waiting to find out.