The day before

I use to think I was a realist optimist. Now I've accepted I'm a lucky pessimist. I've also accepted I'm a hypercondriac; confusingly one who, it turns out, is ill.

I'm travelling from Leeds to London on the quiet coach so am using the time for some quiet contemplation (over analysis) before my trip to the hospital tomorrow for a lumbar puncture and my first session of intravenous steroids.