The Angiogram
An SPH Experience by ObjectiveSwan96. I showed up to the hospital knowing basically nothing about what I was getting into. An angiogram—that was the extent of my knowledge. The doctor said I needed one, so here I was. Nobody mentioned catheters, arteries, or the fact that they’d be threading something through my blood vessels toward my heart. Definitely nobody mentioned the shaving. The first nurse who came in to prep me was decent-looking—middle-aged, maybe early fifties, with that tired-but-professional vibe
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