Today I met up with my favourite work colleagues for lunch. I took the morning steady to give my heart time to wake up – it’s taking less and less time to wake up in the mornings. When I first came home from hospital, I’d take an hour to get out of bed before going downstairs to let the dog out and give her her breakfast, and then I’d need a lie down. Now I can get up, straight downstairs to sort the dog out, have breakfast, shower and brush my teeth without requiring any breaks.

To get to work from home takes a bit of walking and a couple of buses; the whole journey by public transport takes an hour; by car or cycle it takes twenty-five or thirty minutes. At least on a bus I can rest and listen to some music.

I felt a little apprehensive walking into the office; I don’t know why. Everyone was pleased to see me and asked me how I was. In some ways, its anticlimactic talking about it because at no stage have I ever felt ill. I have felt worse suffering with a common cold!

It seems to have shaken my colleagues up a little because I have a reputation for being a fit and energetic person – a couple of them carry a few extra kilos and eat ridiculous quantities of food. If Mr Fit can have a heart attack after previously appearing without symptoms, what state might their arteries be in?

For a change, we went to the Harvester to celebrate the end of the last period of work. Usually we go to a different pub. The Harvester does very large portions. It also does tacos on a three plate deal. I also love to eat – especially anything Mexican.

Any upset the others might have felt regarding my heart attack and their own health was mostly lost: one went for the ultimate skewer and then doubled it. One did opt for a lighter option.

There was a lot of questions about my health and what I’d been through – including a general feeling of astonishment that the Emergency Services had told somebody having a heart attack that an ambulance would take two hours and that perhaps I’d like to get a taxi.

There was a bit of work talk, which was interesting but I tried not to get too worked up about. I was not there to work – and my boss had instructed me not to bring my laptop to the office.

My boss and I had a quiet talk between us about my return to work next week. We’ve agreed half days to begin with – he’s also found me a very cool AI project to work on that has no immediate pressure and no dependencies. Perfect! I cannot allow myself to get stressed at the moment.

I had planned to take the bus back home, but I declined offers of a lift home from two different people before a third finally cracked me! I am glad that I accepted a ride because now that I am home I am knackered!

Nap time!