On the 28th of February, I suffered a cardiac arrest.
Dave says I got up, made myself a coffee, waited for it to cool while looking at my iPad, took a sip, and keeled over.
Dave called Erik downstairs to call 000 while Dave, who thought I was having a seizure, attended to me. He noticed my breath was thready, and then I stopped breathing. Erik took over and did compressions until the ambulance arrived - actually three ambulance, a fire truck, and a police car, according to Luey who was just arriving home while all of this was happening.
What I gather from cobbling together everything I’ve heard since, I cycled through the gamut of arythmia types, even in an order they don’t usually present.
I died three times.
I spent 9 days in hospital and had a defibrillator+pacemaker implanted.
It’s been a bit of a shocker... no pun intended.
I haven’t really had time to react to it, and I’m not sure what happens next.
Obviously, I’m not at work. I have a clinic appointment on the 20th of February. I think I only have leave days until the 18th. I have no idea what happens after that. I don’t know if I go straight back to full time, or part time, or even back at all, at this point.
Other than having a lump protruding from around my left collarbone where the device was implanted, which a a little tender, and a sore sternum from the compressions, I only feel a bit tired if I try to do too much (how long is a piece of string).
My memory is more shit than usual - which is saying something, but I’m sure that’ll right itself as well.
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