‘Are you afraid of falling over?’ asked the bored young radiologist, as he started filling out the forms.
I had been recalled to St George’s Hospital to have a bone density scan. I must explain that the issue of whether or not my bones are disintegrating has been somewhat tinged with hysteria ever since I managed to get myself told off by an Oxford professor for not taking HRT.
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