First there was the fall. Half a flight of stairs. I was running down the steep wooden stairs to the front door to pick up a package of diapers. We were fresh out, so I wanted to make sure I didn't miss the delivery. I fell face forward and my head hit first. I saw stars like in the cartoons. Somehow, not realizing how hurt I was, I opened the door, picked up the box and carried it upstairs. Dizzy and sick, I lay on the sofa until the nanny arrived. I had my first x-ray a few hours later, and, miraculously, no bones were broken.
A few days after that, once my bruises were fading, different aches began, worst in the middle of the night, back, hands, jaw. First I thought it was my injuries, then I thought it was a virus. And after a week and a half, as the aches were subsiding, my heart began racing. I woke up last Saturday with it pounding, over 120 beats per minute. Went to the doctor, again. Had my first EKG. They took my blood. On Tuesday I went back