One of the scariest fears I can imagine if you have an engine but it refuses to ramp up.
I’ve seen two extremes:
A friend whose heart hammered at dangerous RPMs (despite not racing anywhere).
Constant redlining burns out even the strongest engines.
A stranger whose heart slowed to a crawl at night—then stopped. Twice. Shocked back by hospital machines.
One night I had a nightmare that my heart started racing to insane BPMs (like a speedcore-genre track).
It was terryfying, but when I woke up I was fine.
We're not cars.
If a car's engine fails, it can be repaired or swapped.
Or you can grab a cab.
But a heart? Medics can stitch, shock, and even transplant… until they can’t.
But if a person's heart flatlines - game over.
Even when I had heart palpitations, I didn't see it from this perspective all the time.
Our brains tend to distance us away from our problems even if it directly affects us (for our own sanity's sake, but still).
It’s haunting how little control we have.
We treat our bodies like perpetual motion machines, ignoring the warnings until the system glitches.
But unlike a car, there’s no spare heart in the garage.
Is your check engine light on?