There we go again.

High blood pressure had me waiting for over an hour at the maternity ward before they could see me for monitoring. My appointment at 14:20 had me walking out of the hospital at 18:05 – with nothing notably wrong, just the precautions of midwives and gynaecologists. "You better be sure," they say, because when it's wrong, it's very wrong. So on Monday morning I go in again, to make sure there really is nothing wrong. Good I decided to reread the Lord of the Rings trilogy, or the whole afternoon would have been one big waste of time.