Percentages

Had an NHS Healthcheck today. I'm not going to snuff it immediately. BP a bit high (it always is - not sure if it's the effect of being measured (Schrodinger's Fat Cat)), Cholesterol fine. Pulse was so low (47) that the nurse checked it manually in case the machine was wrong. Oh, and I've grown an inch. Which was nice. In fact, the nurse wanted to put down 6 foot. I'm not sure that she is familiar with the effects of what we doctors call "sticky-up hair". Or shoes.

And at the end, I was presented with a percentage which represented my chances of having a heart-attack or stroke in the next ten years. It was pretty low. But not the zero that I had been hoping for.

When I got home, there was a parcel - I'd ordered some rice paper and drawing ink...