When Pride Becomes a Matter of Life and Death: The Shocking Truth Behind Embarrassment
The EMT in the back of the ambulance offered the kindest words: “Man, you don’t really pass the eyeball test. You don’t look sick to me.” That sentiment was not shared at Lahey. I was wheeled in, given a new IV, bled, hooked up to monitors, and prescribed drugs I never wanted. I felt that this was somehow a mistake, which may explain my first words to the cardiac specialist:
“What is the plan for taking me off these drugs?”
His words were not comforting. “Look, you had a heart attack and you have a family history of heart attacks. You’ll be taking medication for a very long time.”
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