To resolve a mother/daughter dispute at the weekend* - over when the former had had her pulmonary embolism - I had to provide documentary evidence to support my answer, which involved digging out all my old diaries. I subsequently spent some time flicking through them…
…wow. 2007 really was a bad year…you can barely see paper on many of the pages, there’s that many things to do, reminders, appointments etc scribbled in. Is it really any wonder I ended up in hospital?
On a more postive note, I recently took one of those life expectancy tests. This is relevant (honest!) because I remember taking one sometime during the Year of Hell and being mildly surprised that I was still breathing, the rate at which my virtual remaining years decreased when I input my stress and anxiety scores. This time around, I am please to report I’m 4.5 years younger than I actually am (YAY!!! I’M STILL IN MY 30’s!!!), and should expect to live until shortly after my 80th birthday. That’s no longer as frightening prospect as it once would have seemed…
* yes of course I was right, did you ever really doubt it LOL!