I came home tonight to find a letter from the doctor (as opposed the Doctor which would have been excellent), requesting I make an appointment as soon as possible to discuss the results of my blood test/chest x-ray/ECG. This is probably not the greatest news in the world. On the plus side, I forgot to hand in my ECG results which means it's either the lungs or the blood. I'm hoping for a blood result as that sounds to me like it might be the easiest to fix or at least control... but all those years cavorting with cigarettes. That can't be good can it? On the negative side, I guess it could be anything. I suppose I should go and see him tomorrow.

Being a glass half full kind of guy, I figure if it's really, really bad, at least I'll have something new to write about. Thus, slightly disrupted from work this evening. Totally disrupted truth be told. I have done nothing. I think that's allowed once in a while.

If I should die before I wake, I should state for the record here that Kahn has bagged whatever CDs I have left, which is fine by me. He's still in need of a musical education. Ian can have my complete boxsets of Starsky and Hutch simply because he's the only other person I know who might enjoy them... and as for my car. Bury me in it. Just make sure the volume is turned up while you're throwing the dirt on.

Enough. I must sleep for once. What you don't know sure can hurt you...