Something went wrong with my heart transplant. It's not coming back.

**Important Alan Update**: If you haven't heard, I've been in a coma since last Saturday. The police say my missing brother was spotted in Nashville. The hospital says there's no chance I'm waking up.<br><br>But... I'm typing these words right now. So... I guess I'm okay?<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>I don't know what happened at the end of my last post op care shift on Saturday, but somehow I made it through without anyone discovering that the heart in my chest wasn't mine. I even managed to fool Dr. Sachin when he stopped by to say goodbye. The drugs and the exhaustion were probably my best friends there.<br><br>I've been lying here in the dark ever since, trying to decide what to do.<br><br>Dr. Hamed checked in on me about an hour ago. He asked if I was in pain or needed anything. I told him I wasn't in pain. I told him I needed air. He looked confused but left a vent open on my remote control.<br><br>I've been staring at that screen for the past hour. Wikipedia hasn't helped much so far. I've read about a dozen articles but none of them seem to mention transplanted hearts.<br><br>I finally found something helpful about a minute ago. There's a sub-reditor group for healthcare workers. I posted about my situation there, and suddenly I have a plan.<br><br>If you're reading this and have information about heart transplants, my new heart, or anything else, please let me know directly. My phone is dead but the hospital has a mail system that works just fine.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>**I think it's time I stopped worrying about my heart. It's not coming back.**