Week One - A Blur

Week one was spent in hospital and was, to say the least, something of a blur. I remember very little of the time I was there despite lots of visits from people and, apparently, my holding fairly lucid conversations with them.

I do remember odd things: signing the consent form for the angiogram (perhaps a shame I did in retrospect) and bits of the actual procedure, and being in the MRI scanner (noisy and claustrophobic).