When Pride Becomes a Matter of Life and Death: The Shocking Truth Behind Embarrassment
I sighed. When you are a hammer, the world looks like nails: a cardiac specialist will always see heart disease. I allowed myself to be taken in for the procedure. While you may believe that you are a collaborator in your health care, when you’re in the hospital, collaboration is compliance. I feared the violation of having a tube run into my body with the goal of releasing dye into my heart.
The process itself was interesting. It started with the sting of lidocaine, followed by the slicing of skin and the insertion of a funnel into a vein. Drugs that burned were then released to relax the veins. A tube was inserted and forced toward the center of my being. Once it found my core, dye was injected and its flow around my heart was monitored. Once complete, the doctor spoke. “Well, you didn’t have a heart attack.” I asked him to go to the waiting room to tell Caroline.
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