You hit thirty and suddenly your body is a foreign agent. You spend years teaching people how to align their spines and breathe through their diaphragms, but you can’t even decipher a simple signal from your own gut. It’s that second-generation pressure—the need to be a high-functioning machine because your parents didn't cross an ocean for you to be "fragile." You're supposed to be the success story. The one who made it. Instead, you're lying on a sticky mat in a rented studio at 10pm, convinced your liver is liquefying because you ate a bagel too fast. I was in the middle of a private session with a high-profile client—downward dog, very standard—when it happened. A sharp, localized pain in the right lower quadrant. Not a twinge. A STAB. My brain immediately bypassed "trapped gas" and went straight to ischemic bowel or acute mesenteric ischemia. You know that feeling when the floor just drops out from under your feet? I told her I had a family emergency and practically ran out of the studio. I didn't even put my shoes on properly. I just felt the clock ticking down on my life. You start thinking about the life insurance you don't have. You think about how your mother will react when she hears her "doctor-adjacent" daughter died of something as pedestrian as organ failure. I cancelled my entire schedule for the week. Twelve classes. Gone. I told the studio owner it was a "severe internal complication." I sounded so professional about my own impending death. I sent the emails from my bed while clutching a heating pad like it was a holy relic. I spent three hours in the ER waiting room staring at a poster about shingles. When I finally saw the resident, I didn't say my stomach hurt. I told him I suspected a ruptured cyst or perhaps early-stage necrotic tissue. I used the words. I wanted him to see I wasn't just another anxious woman—I was informed. I insisted on a CT scan with contrast. Then I demanded an ultrasound. I wanted to see the inside of me—the parts that were failing the expectations. I needed a picture of the disaster.