Yes, I am 45 today. I don't feel emotionally any different from 44, but I didn't expect to. La la. All very boring. Bit of an anticlimax really, becoming middle aged.

Onto more interesting matters.

Does anyone remember a couple of years ago I was really ill, couldn't get out of the chair, No2Child had to get the bus home from school coz I was too ill to go get her? Lots of chest pain, Drs thought is was my heart even though I knew they were wrong. Tried to palm me off with 'depression' (here have some valium). Turned out to be a condition called costochondritis, which is not very common and therefore quite hard to diagnose.

Move on a couple of years. I now have another condition called uveitis, which type they can't decide. They have whittled it down to MEWDS (multiple evanescent white dot syndrome) or Birdshot Retinochoroidopathy. Both uncommon conditions, and neither (it would appear) particularly treatable.

So, after major blethering, my thought is this. Why do I appear to keep attracting 'uncommon' conditions that are both hard to diagnose and hard to treat?