It started like any other offsite—awkward icebreakers, lukewarm coffee, and pretending to care about Q3 strategy. But somewhere between a jog to the BART station and a seafood dinner with cross-contamination potential, something shifted.

This episode traces the slow unraveling: chest pain mistaken for indigestion, Coke chugging at 2 AM, and world-class denial the next morning—all while parenting, working, and silently spiraling.

I talk about family history, quitting Lipitor too early, and the moment it all started to click.

Because sometimes, the bill doesn’t come in dollars. It comes in heartbeats.

After eighteen-ish hours of chest pain, denial, and enough bad decisions to fill a medical textbook, I finally gave in: urgent care.

What follows is a blur—baby aspirin, blank stares, and an ambulance ride that felt more like a backstage pass to my own collapse. No one said “heart attack” right away, but the looks said enough. And when the words finally landed, they hit hard.

This episode covers the moment things turned real. The fear. The dark humor. The quiet math you start doing when you’re not sure if you’re coming back.

The ambulance doors open. A swarm of medical staff waits. Suddenly, I’m not a person—I’m a case.

Vitals, wires, stickers, floral gown with an open back.

My ego? Dignity? Coat-checked at the door, no claim ticket.

This episode dives into the surreal chaos of the ER: the pit crew efficiency, the gown humiliation, the quiet panic. And the moment my wife walks in—no words, just that look that says everything we weren’t ready to say.

Because when survival takes over, pride is the first thing to go.