My broken heart.
No, I'm not all sad and mopey. More like clutching my chest gasping for breath on the floor waiting for the ambulance to come. It was great. They had me on a table for a while, and put blankets on me and helped me not hypervenalate. I really really don't like my insides right now. They are defecto. So sooner or later... rather sooner... I should be hitting up the doctor to say, Hey man. That's so not cool, fix it.