Yesterday we spent our wedding anniversary in A&E. As I lay on a trolley waiting for CT brain scan I said to my husband, "You do bring me to some lovely places - this must top the lot for our anniversary." "Well you know me, Babe, " he shrugs. "It's just give, give, give - I know how to treat a girl!"
So today I wake feeling care worn and world weary and like I was run over by a bus. I get a cold call and feel too poorly to cut the woman short. It seems she is from Macmillan - wanting to raise funds - "I know you told us you are unable to help with our coffee mornings at the moment (due to my ill health). Have you thought of a will donation? Could we talk about your will now?"
"Not right now, " I laughed. " I was in A&E yesterday with a suspected stroke - today I'm having the day off from thinking of my death - I'll try to do another coffee morning soon. Bye for now." And sad girl that I am I laughed a bit more. Or I might have cried