Now the target was to get my BP as low as possible, stable, and see what was going on inside. The doctors were in daily contact with their counterparts in hospitals that specialised in the condition. If my condition deteriorated, I was to be moved to the specialist hospital 50 miles away for immediate surgery. If it stabilised, I might be able to avoid the surgery. I wasnít too keen to go on the table, the survival rate isnít the most encouraging, so if I could avoid it so much the better. So I spent my time trying to optimise my stability - i.e. doing nothing. I must be honest, I found I had an unexpected talent for this! And falling in love with the nurses was a pleasant bonus as well.
Every day I was visited by a large group of medics on their rounds. Records were consulted, expert opinion was offered and dosages adjusted. All the time, I just lay there and tried my damdest to stabilise and get better.
The team spared no effort in their work, and every day there seemed to be a new member to add their help. By the eighth day, I had stabilised enough for them to think that they would not need to operate, but there was still no consensus on what to do with me. Luckily my latest scan had shown no change in the situation, and finally the decision was taken to discharge me if my BP was maintained at an acceptable level.