I went to Princess Grace Hospital in London today for a scan. My husband drove and we were there early morning. I had to have this horrid proceedure not just a common all garden scan. But hay ho.... I just got on with it. The scan was to rule out irritable bowel syndrome but it was highly likely that IBS would not be ruled out. Hay ho....
When I left the hospital I was quite depressed. I argued with my husband. I had such a lot on my mind. I was upset about the scan, I was upset that I had text my brother about the scan and he hadn't replied - so my husband (nearest and dearest) got it in the neck, as usual! Lovely!
I went to work after the test. Stupid thing to do. I stayed for a couple of hours with as much dignity as I could muster, then I threw the towel in and went home.
Awful horrid day.
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