It’s four in the morning. You’ve spent the last 12 hours pacing back and forth a hospital waiting room. Despite your best efforts the ground is still somehow sticky underfoot. The noise that the soles of your shoes make as your feet lift off the floor sends a stiff, uncomfortable and sweaty feeling down the back of your neck. You feel exhausted but the stress moving through you vains keeps you awake, keeps you alert. You’re anxiously waiting for news, anything that could help you understand this confusing and concerning situation you find yourself in. And then you hear the slow tapping rhythm of feet making their way through the hospital corridor. Making their way towards your waiting room.
It’s a doctor and they tell you it’s not good. I’m afraid it’s your worst fear. ‘We’ve done some ECGs, and they have confirmed our worst fear. It’s a ST elevated MI. I’m afraid we’ve caught it a bit late, our best people are currently in the middle of PCI. Oh, look at the time. I really must be getting back. Goodbye.’