When Pride Becomes a Matter of Life and Death: The Shocking Truth Behind Embarrassment
At eleven that night, I was placed on a tray and slid into a tube narrow enough that both my shoulders pressed against the edge. The cardiac MRI took over an hour to complete.
Once back in my room, I slept, but uncomfortably. Monday night was the first in six that I did not have a full episode. My chest pain, heart palpitations, and headaches were gone, but my drenching sweats remained. My clothing and linens were changed at three in the morning.
Tuesday was mixed. I was given the fantastic news that all tests indicated that I did not have a heart attack, and that the troponin had been released because my heart was inflamed. I was also told about the impact Lyme disease can have on an individual and the difficulties sometimes encountered fighting it. And my body was fighting it. After the euphoria of my heart news passed, I felt the full onslaught of the pathogen.
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