Couple months ago, I woke up to chest pain. Pain that I couldn't get rid of. I'm going through my morning routine trying not to think about it, but it just keeps getting worse. Then it starts radiating out towards my left arm and I am feeling really nervous. I was going to text a friend, but then decided that it was stupid and just drove myself to the nearest emergency room (because of course I wouldn't waste money on an ambulance, I'm an american, we live in hell). I came in feeling faint and dizzy and emotional and that blasted pain just kept getting worse. I remember the receptionist taking her fucking time.

Finally get a nurse to see me and she does a 12 lead EKG and has me hold up my sweatshirt while she's applying them, and while she's doing it, I end up fainting. I wake up almost immediately, but now I'm terrified. I told her I smoked a little weed to try to calm myself down, and now that's all she cares about, wheels me back out into the waiting area so I can piss in a cup for her. At this point, I feel like they don't care, my symptoms aren't being taken seriously, and if I faint again, I'm gonna die in this shitty rural hospital.

So I piss in the fucking cup, fire off a few texts to people I care about, and I lay down on the hospital bed when just... a feeling of complete calm and relief descended upon me. Wherein I was like "well, shit happens, and not everybody can achieve all their goals. You were kind, and that's all that really matters." and there I was, just, completely accepting of what I assumed would be a swift death.

Then the doc came in and said "your EKG is fine, your troponin levels (when you have a heart attack your heart releases "help me" signals via this molecule, troponin) are normal, you just have a bad case of COVID." I was floored. I mean, being sick is better than dying, but I was also just... ready to die? They disconnected my IV and shit and sent me on my way. Walked out into the night back to my car in such a daze.

But hey, I know when I die I'll feel a sense of peace and relief that one can only dream of. Imagine winning the lottery and knowing you'll be OK for the rest of your life. I imagine that it carries around the same level of peace I felt on that bed waiting for death.