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When I next became aware, I was curled up in a comfy recliner armchair with a lightweight cover over me, and a nurse hovering nearby. The room was full of others in the same state as me – blearily returning to full consciousness.

I soon recovered enough to get dressed, and after some basic checks, the nurse said I could go. I was supposed to have someone collect me, but I reassured the clinic that I would get a taxi to my hotel, and I would be fine.

As soon as I got out of the clinc, I decided not to get a taxi – no one checked that I did. Instead, I strode off, persuading myself that I really did feel fine.

The clinic was near to Wigmore Street, so I set off down Wigmore Street to window shop. I came to the famous Wigmore Hall concert hall and a classical music concert was just about to begin. I decided that that was just what I needed, so in I went.

I got my ticket, squeezed into my seat in the middle of the row, and waited for the concert to begin.

That’s when I started to feel not so good. Like many Victorian concert halls, the Wigmore Hall may be beautiful, but the ventilation is not good, and the seats are not very generous. As the concert got under way, the hall seemed to become increasingly hot and stuffy, and I started to feel rather queasy and very tired.

It was a combination of the effects of the very early start to the day, the heightened anxiety, the buffeting my poor body had taken in the extraction of my eggs, and the after-effects of the sedation/anaesthetic. The last straw was the antibiotic in the form of a suppository that the doctor had shoved up my behind.

Suddenly I realised that I needed to go to the loo – which was difficult as I was stuck in the middle of a full row of audience members, all fatly squashed into and overflowing their seats, all intently listening, with no room to squeeze by, without creating a major disturbance.

Luckily, I managed to hold on until the interval – luckily I did not have long to wait! I dashed out, paid my visit, and reluctantly decided I could not risk sitting through the second half.

I made my way back to my hotel, by now very lethargically and sleepily, quite different from my brisk trot when I had left the clinic.

I got back to my hotel room and crashed.

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