How a Pulmonary Embolism was the thing to change my trajectory (and other reflections on the seventh liferversary). — April 18, 2012 He kissed me goodbye that morning. Another 72-hour shift meant waking up alone in his bed. Except for a few hours later, I would wake up suffocating — as if an elephant took residency on my chest and had no intention of moving. I called him between violent sobs and…