Thank you dear readers for your prayers and concern.
That was a much nastier test than the one I had in January probably because I'm so much less well in myself. Still no signs of any results, but then this is the strange world of endocrinology and biochemistry (you go to hospital in order to have your body pushed to the limits to see how it responds). It all seems like "tinker tinker fiddle fiddle" science, to quote Dr Bunsen Honeydew (from Muppet Labs). It takes ages for any results to come through and then there is even more fiddling and more tinkering.
I probably shouldn't have tried to re-read The Leopard by Giuseppe di Lampedusa during this ordeal. Most of you know by now I'm a rubbish reader of novels but I'll make an exception for this sumptious, sensual and wise book. The only problem is that it left me dreaming of large dishes of macaroni, peaches, beautiful light biscuits made in convents, rabbit and game birds whilst I was fasting...and whether I should develop a taste for Bourbons to balance out all the Garibaldi's I'd munched as a kid.
My blood sugar nosedived and I wasn't able to read much more.