so they had to wheel me out of the intensive care ward onto the fourth floor atrium of the whittington hospitalayed recordings of my children, our children and my older ones, in my ear, and apparently i waved my arm, i think when one of them said, "hi, dad," orwords to that effect. 0r "wake up, dad." "you have been asleep for a long time, dad." that sort of thing. i waved my arm and according to hugh, when they wheeled me into the lift, i did not stop talking. so there's a surprise, you are getting a flavour of not stopping talking now. what were you saying? i'm not sure. hugh has not told me but he has said that they were worried that i was brain dead, that is the way he put it, doctors do quite like nailing it, don't they? he said, "we were worried you were brain dead," and i said, "why didn't you tell me at the time?" he said, "well, because we thought you were brain dead." anyway... when you were conscious again and conscious that you were conscious, if you see what i mean, was there a feeling of elation, were you frightened? to tell you the truth, i had no idea what had happened to me beca