So, since agreeing to an official heart monitoring (the letter for which I have yet to receive), my night-time thoughts are portraying my heart as a somewhat unhealthy individual. My chest begins to feel tight and I picture family members burdened with caring for me, or dealing with life following my demise. Hopefully the appointment will be fairly swift and my hypochondria can move on to something else. In the meantime, I shall stop stealing my son's cans of shandy as gastrically speaking I don't think they are assisting my night-time feeling of wellbeing...!!
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