I know, I shouldn't rant.
I was harmlessly watching something on Egyptian tomb thieves when hubby rang (he's working away from home). 'You've got to watch Holby City!' he said. 'There's someone with your disease!'
'Condition', I said through gritted teeth, and turned over in time to see the doctor saying caringly 'You're going to have to have an operation - incisions into your chest. If you don't, you could have a stroke or even die.'
Oh, jolly fun! That's both horribly vague and vaguely horrible, and about as helpful to someone who has, or thinks they have AF, as a chocolate teapot. Well, that was my first thought.
Perhaps there was more to it that I missed while I was watching the tomb robbers... Like sensible information! Chest incisions forsooth! Wondering if I should write to the Beeb and have a whinge or just leave it, on account of not having seen the whole runup to this weird pronouncement...