Had a fun event on Tuesday night, come round to some lights on and some noise in the bedroom and it turns out there is a paramedic there and an ambulance outside. For me. In fact, the paramedic had been there for a while talking to me but I don't remember that bit at all.

Apparently I woke my wife up by having some kind of seizure, maybe related to my ongoing Illness that is not Bolivian Haemorrhagic Fever. Anyway, Bina can't bring me round, calls the ambulance, they come round and I do regain my usual half-awake-in-the-morning-consciousness, then go to sleep

The next day I nip in to the doctors with the paramedic report, they make a couple of calls and send me down to this GP-referral-unit at the hospital, which is kind of a second-line support facility. You get coffee and somewhere quiet to sit while the two doctors on duty send you off for tests and bring in people who know more about the subject.

More tests planned next week: MRI and cardio scans; root cause is not known. It may be due to my ongoing illness, as the breathing is still below normal. But maybe not. Nobody knows. They know this though: I am not allowed to drive for the next 12 months unless the cause is discovered and addressed.

I am down for a trip to Berlin Monday and Tuesday, giving a talk with some screen shots: New Roles in the Cloud. Anyone in the area should still plan to attend this seminal presentation, though it may be the medical will staff tell me that I can't fly (altitude) or spend a couple of nights on my own. In which case, no talk. Watch this space.