When you’ve just been diagnosed with a medical condition that requires you to visit the hospital every now and then, there’s one thing you really don’t want – a name check on Holby City.
I was absent-mindedly watching the medical drama when I heard the doctors talking about what I’ve got.
Ay, ay, I thought, shuffling from a full recline into a sitting position. It’s about time for some awareness on the unsexy subject of overactive thyroids.
And then I watched, in terror, as the doctor cut a man’s chest open and stuck his hand in.
I’m pretty confident none of this will happen to me but it reminded me that hospital dramas are great and all that. But best avoided when you’ve got to go near one yourself.