The person who seems most concerned about my heart attack was my dad.
Not surprising, really. It may not be pleasant, but it is certainly natural to have to deal with the death of your parents. However, to have to deal with the death of your children is altogether different, at least in our western context, and perhaps my illness raised the possibility for him of something happening to any of his four offspring, who are all apparently in good health (yes, even me now!) but are 48-54.
So it was good to be able to stick to the original plan and head up with Allie and Neal to Dunkeld on New Year's Day and to stay until the 3rd. Seeing how well I was, just a day after my discharge, was an encouragement for him.
And, since there is a tarmac drive round his house, it was ideal to start my walking programme yesterday ... just walking in circles may be boring, but you can stop whenever you feel tired as you pass the back door.
