From 15th November 2017.
Chilling before my pacemaker check-up because I'm Ironman on a budget. Irnman if you will.
I've been going for these check-up for 12 years now and even though I've never had any problems with it - one minor scare at a pals birthday aside - I usually find myself worrying that this'll be the time I get told that something's wrong. Even though year after year, check-up after check-up I'm told that I'm doing much better than expected in terms of my recovery and quality of life, that wee catastrophic part of my head tells me this'll be the time I get bad news.
This morning I'm telling it to shut up. 🙃
Fuck it and fight it
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