Cheers, you gorgeous lot (I'll be responding to PMs shortly...) but I'm fine. Oddly so... I'm back home since last night and, surprisingly, feeling better than I've done in a good long while. The artery blockage was completely cleared, the drugs are kicking in (granted, I've got so many pills to take that I'm practically rattling...) I've got no pain and more energy than I've had in ages. My good friend Shush mentioned Nottingham next month... I honestly feel, right now, that I could make it if it was tomorrow!

No matter how scary it was at the time, I can actually say it might have been the best thing to happen to me all year. It was a big red STOP sign for certain aspects of my life. Not that I was Pete Doherty or anything, but a man of my age needs to make lifestyle changes.
The big message here that I learned is... never never NEVER ignore chest pain. My chest pain never rose above a 4/10 and if it wasn't for my previous NHS background, I'd probably have ignored it and tried to go back to bed... who knows what might have happened a couple of hours later. You see it on TV or whatever that a heart attack is all agonising and collapsing and dramatic... it ain't always like that at all. You got a bit of chest pain that doesn't go away, call the fuckin' ambulance. Best case scenario, you're a bit embarrassed when it turns out to be severe indigestion. Worst case... you drop down dead. You choose what's better.
So, again, thank you for your kind words, I'm on my feet and doing OK. Better than OK, in fact...