Where it all started

Saturday morning. Looking at the screen and asking myself where to begin. That’s the problem with keeping things in for so long… It all gets jumbled and priorities are lost.

Well, I guess this period of my life can be aeen as starting when I had my first VTach experience. At that time, despite my brovado, I began to feel scared. A part of my body that had never caused problems in my youth, was acting strangely. People around me were acting scared. Lots of serious faces, furrowed brows. I became accutely aware of how my heart was beating, and my own fear started to overshadow the fear of the people around me.

It’s not like the movies. I mean there is no dramatic event with swelling violin music in the background. It’s just beeping noises and a slow diminishing of my body’s capabilities. I’m not talking about the experience of getting shocked to make my heart slow down – That’s pretty dramatic even without the music (and it hurts).

All of a sudden my strength is less,… walking becomes a chore and nurses drift in and out of sight. And the kicker is that after all that time, when I’m starting to feel better (hell, I even started another blog), I’m about to enter another medical hole.

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