She is so confident and explains it all in such matter-of-fact words that for an instant, a short tiny instant, I feel safe and secure and on my way to rediscovering health.
And I talk with the Pakistani taxi driver on the way back and we laugh about something and compare parenting notes and life is almost normal. And then I turn a corner and panic, the old nasty crone is back staring me in the face. And I have to summon all my strength to send her away.
Nasty symptoms of the day: some heart racing, the odd heavy duty extra heart beat,a hot face, prickling head and hyperacusis in the left ear - yuk!