Checkup Time
So this morning I went back to The Marsden for my next checkup. As in tradition, arrive, have bloods taken and then head off to the canteen for some breakfast before my appointment. Still that weird feeling of being back, but every time, feeling more and more confident it's all still OK. Looking around, seeing others like me who are there for checkups, others clearly there for the first time. The knowing smiles, the smiles of reassurance, the genuine want to break that terribly British thing - and speak to a total stranger - and give them some form of hope that they are in the best place and hopefully everything will come good. So I get called in and I wait in the small consulting room. Standard questions around health, are you well? Any problems ? Are your hands still cold - no - as it's hot outside - but when it gets cold - I'm gonna need to get those hand warmers again ! And then she closes the curtain - time for her to have a fumble. A reminder - that