Friday 27th May, 2016                   1600

Bloody awful day with rain when I woke up. I had of course covered the bike and thankfully as I was leaving just before ten, the early hour and the inclement weather meant few students waiting for the bus so I could park on campus rather than have to ride to the terminus.

Idiotchops here took the precaution of buying a new umbrella last night (Joan pinched my last one and to be fair I never use one unless absolutely necessary) because I thought I might walk from the 29 bus to the hospital - although for me it is a bit of a hike. I was lucky, I forgot the umbrella but when I left it was just a few spits and my luck held because the worst of it is I think over for the day.

I decided against walking and took a cab from the bus stop to the hospital and felt rather pleased with myself by being able to not only find the dynamic ECG room alone but also get them to fit this bloody contraption.

I am currently glued to no less than ten sensors and have something resembling a mobile phone dangling from a strap around my neck. Why can’t they put it on a belt around your waist?? Naturally ever since I was kitted out my ticker has had varying degrees of palpitations. That’s the law of nature. Research tells me intervention is definitely required when you have 20% or more of your heartbeats as PVCs (20K as it beats 100K a day although mine is faster) and having taken my pulse countless times thus far I am nowhere near that, although if it will sort out getting the new contract posted to me I couldn’t care less if I have to take just one more pill a day. That or the cardiologist affirms that it’s not necessary, enough for the medical insurers to rest easy.

Let’s face it, I survived an horrific accident in my first year which saw me having half a tonne of metal inserted into my bones, just over a year ago a busted foot and arse and neither of those killed me so a few heart flutters are going to polish me off? I think not. What might though is trying to sleep with all this clobber stuck to me and I am definitely going to take a nap soon. Tomorrow for the removal and consultation on the results Joan is coming to interpret. That I can’t do alone. Quite why something which (other than the impact on my employment chances) concerns me not a jot is looming so large in my future bemuses me.

If I could tell the uni in Suzhou to have complications from palpitations excluded from cover I would but I can’t, it’s law that they have to indemnify foreigners (and possibly Chinese for all I know). If I had known about all this crap before I would have sorted it before ever taking the damned medical but now it is worrying because there are two scant months left for my documentation to be sorted.

I know I am a Wednesday’s child but do I really need all this woe??