Had the echocardiogram today, done at hospital by excellent Portuguese doctor (yes, the blessed NHS is as grateful as we are to have so many 'foreigners' among its staff) and he said he was very happy with what he saw and heard on the machine. I was facing the other way from the screen so I couldn't see anything but I did hear occasional rumors of pumping blood.
So my heart is perfect - or as perfect as these things
ever can be - in spite of my rather advanced years. I've been debating
whether to come out of the closet where I hide exactly the number of
that advancement but have decided against it. Maybe on my next birthday.