A couple of months ago I had pulmonary embolisms in both lungs, which almost killed me and which put me in hospital for a week. I was grounded, which meant not only that I couldn't fly my own plane (never, never call it a plane, Bader!) but also that I couldn't fly to Australia a few days later as planned. My trip was postponed by a month, and after that I spent a fantastic month visiting my sister in Melbourne, camel trecking and camping in the Outback and visiting friends in Darwin.
I am on warfarin now and making good progress. I can fly again, but now my aeroplane (it is an aeroplane, Bader!) is out of permit, so what I really must do in the next week or so is get down to the hangar and do some maintenance on her.