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At midnight I was having a romantic moment with my wife when BAM...I died.
Hello Randy (and the 'ole Sowpub Gang),
I appreciate your best wishes and prayers. Thanks Dien for the heads up on this thread. I'm feeling much better after having died... literally. That sounds unbelievable, so let me hasten to explain. As many of you know, a few years ago after my annual physical, my doctor turned to me and said, "Brent, you have a big heart." I said, "Thank you very much." But he was actually referring to an enlargement of my ticker. That was the beginning of a downward slide in health hell. This was about fours years ago. My condition deterioted to something called Congestive Heart Failure (it's the same malady that killed James Brown, "The Hardest Working Man is Show Business.") Then things worsened to a horror called Atrial Fibrillation, which is irregular heart beats. My heart beats are all over the place, up, down, sideways... So my cardiologist sliced open my chest and inserted a little computer inside my upper chest, close to the left shoulder. I love showing off the resulting large bump under my skin, and getting people (sometimes even strangers) to rub it. Sometimes it gets itchy! Anyways... One night around midnight, I was having a romantic moment with my wife when all of a sudden, I got dizzy and fell into a faint. Later, my wife said that I was out cold for around twenty seconds or so. I firmly believe I had died. All I knew was, I awoke to a loud BAM from inside my chest. The electric shock from my Implanted Cardiac Device was so strong, it literally lifted me up a few inches off the bed. It felt like a mule had kicked me...with both hind legs. Funny, but I immediately felt better afterwards. Nooo, I didn't see any brightly coloured lights, or hear any strange music, or see any babies fluttering about with tiny wings. Though I knew that I was dead. (I have difficulty saying that with a straight face. Ha!) My wife immediately dialled 911, and an ambulance whisked me off to Emerge'. They gave me the once over, and after seventeen of the longest hours of my life, they kicked me out. They told me that ICD unit did its job. It literally saved my life. It cost twenty G's which the Canadian governemt paid for...thank God for free Canadian medicare. Today, I feel strong. As long as I stay away from sodium (salt is like poison to me), exercise, and get plenty of rest, I'll be fine. I've also been busy marketing (it's in my blood) to the "deaf" niche. So now you know what's been happening to me since I last visited Sowpub. I should have written sooner. I'm sorry. I promise not to stay away so long again. God loves you. Brent. |
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