When I last had my heart broken I got on a plane to Byron Bay, figuring if I was going to be off work and staggering around with great pathos, I might as well stagger around with a sea view.
All through the airport I had a face like a smacked arse. I could feel my features growing pinchy and tight as I trailed through the food court; the sort of face that elicits a “cheer up, darling, it might never happen,” which quickly escalates into an unpleasant exchange.
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Over at SumoSalad, I observed that stabbing sensation in the heart region – literally like a blade to the heart – and thought: “There’s got to be a biological process that’s causing this. And if there’s a biological process, then this pain just means that I’m a human being having a chemical reaction. You know – rather than it meaning that me and my disappointment are the centre of the universe.”
Sitting on the plane, waiting for the doors to shut, I got on old mate Google.
Heartache is the handiwork of the vagus nerve, which travels from the limbic system in the skull, to the chest.
The limbic system is that most primeval of zones, from which our every base urge and unconscious thought materialises. Thoughts like shag it, eat it, wail into the carpet all come from the limbic system. It’s also known as the emotional brain and the paleomammalian brain. It houses our bad memories… and also our good memories, but we’re hardly likely to be replaying those relentlessly at a time like this, are we?
During emotional upheaval, the limbic system agitates the vagus nerve, which causes a sudden drop in blood pressure and heart rate, and inflicts that feeling in the chest like heartache.