I had to phone the surgery for the result of a test. I wasn't worried because the doctor wasn't so I phoned expecting the receptionist to say, 'No problem.' I didn't expect her to say, 'You need to see the doctor.'
That was yesterday afternoon. I had to wait until this morning to see the doctor by which time I was planning the hymns for my funeral.
I went into the doctor's room with leaden feet feeling both sick and faint. (I am not good with anything that might involve hospitals or tests you understand. And I'm slightly neurotic.)
The doctor read the notes and said, 'Fine, it's benign.' She looked puzzled. 'Why have you come to see me?'
I hugged her and wept on her shoulder. No, I didn't really but I did skip out of the surgery. Suddenly life looked very good - and precious again. And too short not to eat that KitKat that's been sitting in the kitchen.