The NHS continued what
seems to be my 65,000 mile (or 65 year) service by giving me an unsolicited
appointment for a formidably sounding abdominal aortic aneurysm screening,
which I nevertheless attended today; having sat through many a scan on a
pregnant partner, this time I found myself on the receiving end of a copious
amount of gel and a hand held implement that the nurse wielded like a smoothing
iron on a creased duvet cover, however the outcome was OK - father and aorta
both fine.
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