I saw Dr Catto, my cardiologist today – actually, I think he's an Electric Physician to give him his proper job title. Anyway, he told me I didn’t need anti-coagulation for my AF as I’m not sixty five.
“You've no risk of stroke at the moment Adrian” he said. There was a pause, which he broke.
“Unless you’re planning a sex change.” he laughed.
Whether or not he noticed some hesitation in my body language I don't know but his smile disappeared.
“You’re not, are you?”
“No” I said quickly.
I thought of my father. He would have been appalled at the suggestion. He didn't agree with that sort of meddling.
“Just one problem Doctor” I said. “I’m 65 on the 22nd February and.... that’s a Sunday. I’m not certain I can get warfarin on a Sunday, can I?”
Dr Catto leaned back in his chair and slowly rubbed his chin in that serious and thoughtful manner employed by many professional people.
“Mmm” he pondered. “Let me have a think about that.”
to be continued…..