When Pride Becomes a Matter of Life and Death: The Shocking Truth Behind Embarrassment
We drove to Winchester Hospital with the (correct) belief that their emergency room would be fairly empty. I was dropped off and, afterward, Caroline attempted to run through our normal Saturday morning routine with the boys. Once in the ER, I was seen immediately. Blood and details were collected, my vitals were determined, and an EKG was taken.
My episode, slightly muted, continued while the doctors reviewed the data. The data were seemingly unambiguous: my troponin levels were elevated. As troponin is released by deceased heart muscle or heart muscle in great distress, the diagnosis was simple.
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