I recently went to hospital with chest pains. Having looked up the symptoms on the NHS Direct website, I managed to convince myself it was not just a sign of stress, but an impending heart attack and got myself into a bit of a state about it. Thankfully, the hospital did an ECG and checked me over and declared my heart was absolutely fine. Beyond the obvious relief that my heart wasn't about to explode and dribble down my front, there was a general feeling of relief since I was a hole-in-the-heart baby. The hole closed up by itself but there's always been a slight suspicion that my heart may not be 100%. There is apparently a murmur, but it's of no clinical significance according to my GP.
I'm still getting some pains in my chest. I have a lot of work on right now, plus the last bits of my college coursework due in a couple of weeks plus - and I may have mentioned this - K___ is pregnant. Did I mention that..? It's not very nice having chest pains and even though my heart is apparently fine, it's not a great state to be in. I hope finishing off the coursework will make a big difference.
I will be 35 when my child is born (in fact, I'll be 35 in a mere ten days time). I am very conscious that I am a bit of a chunky monkey. To quote the comedian Al Murray, "I bet a tuba starts playing when you walk into a room, eh, sir?" Ooompa, Ooompa...
Obviously there is no one to blame but me. I am the person who spends hours behind a keyboard for fun as well as work. I am the one who hates sport and never goes to a gym. Having a kid just might be the thing that gets me motivated to sort my fitness out. I don't want to have a kid that spends its life on a couch and never appreciates the enjoyment of the outdoors. If my kid wants to go to a football (soccer for the US readers) game, I will take it, even though presently I would rather score my genitals with a craft knife and rub chilli powder into the wounds rather than watch a game. I don't want to be so unfit I can't play with my son or daughter. It's unfair on them and would also deprive me.
I'll try my best.
I'm still getting some pains in my chest. I have a lot of work on right now, plus the last bits of my college coursework due in a couple of weeks plus - and I may have mentioned this - K___ is pregnant. Did I mention that..? It's not very nice having chest pains and even though my heart is apparently fine, it's not a great state to be in. I hope finishing off the coursework will make a big difference.
I will be 35 when my child is born (in fact, I'll be 35 in a mere ten days time). I am very conscious that I am a bit of a chunky monkey. To quote the comedian Al Murray, "I bet a tuba starts playing when you walk into a room, eh, sir?" Ooompa, Ooompa...
Obviously there is no one to blame but me. I am the person who spends hours behind a keyboard for fun as well as work. I am the one who hates sport and never goes to a gym. Having a kid just might be the thing that gets me motivated to sort my fitness out. I don't want to have a kid that spends its life on a couch and never appreciates the enjoyment of the outdoors. If my kid wants to go to a football (soccer for the US readers) game, I will take it, even though presently I would rather score my genitals with a craft knife and rub chilli powder into the wounds rather than watch a game. I don't want to be so unfit I can't play with my son or daughter. It's unfair on them and would also deprive me.
I'll try my best.
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