Out of Isolation!
On Monday, April 3, they moved me out of the 4-bed isolation ward into a 4-bed regular ward, still in the Cardiac wing. Above, see an image of Darlinghurst at night; we had a very similar view from each of the two wards I'd been in. There, I had three ward-mates: A Chinese man who was completely laconic, and two white Australians, one an 80+ year old who was originally from England, and a guy who was about 58, and suffering from a cough that he kept repeating was a mystery to his doctor. The older man was due to be released, but he lived in a small rural place up north somewhere. He obsessed about how he was going to get to the airport. The younger man was worried about being released back home (somewhere in central Sydney) when he didn't know what was happening in his lungs, and how would he know when to consult his doctor again, after resting for some unspecified period. These two chewed the cud over their shared concerns, plus past naval diving experiences, endlessly repeating themselves. I was starting to think that I would be better off in the isolation ward where the others mostly slept. Soon, they came to get me for my procedure, a CT scan of my heart. It was done pretty quickly, and the results were available later that afternoon. A doctor (Sam, standing in for Jasper who was out that day), told me that the CT scan suggested that I had some blockages. That was the point when I had to stop obsessing about how I might rejoin the travel group in Auckland or in Fiji, and reoriented myself towards medical treatment. Sam said that they would be performing an angiogram the next day to investigate said blockages. I'd had an angiogram 21 years before, so I knew what to expect, except that they have improved the techniques since that time. They weren't messing about here! Angiogram the next day!