As I woke up in the hospital there were tubes down my throat and I couldn't stop choking. The smell of rubbing alcohol and iodine was stagnant in the room. The tape holding down my IV stung my hand as I turned. "Don't move, Elisa. Don't move. We're not quite finished with the heart scan yet." I heard the nurse tell the doctor about the time constraint of my light sedation. The original heart scan, that I received while in my primary care physician's office was ruled unclear because my chest wall was too large for clear imaging. The uncontrollable gagging and the sense of suffocation were both...