It’s not a good sign saying I’ve heard multiple medical professionals tell me that I’m young to have this condition.
With that, it’s pretty easy to see how my life is going to meet its end: my heart, by Atrial Fibrillation (AFib).
Well… unless some other crazy event happens. I mean, a meteor the size of a golf ball could literally hit me right now. But, most likely, I will meet my end by AFib.
Killing Me Was Standard Procedure
As you see in the cover image, AFib has once put me in the emergency room. When I was sent to the ER I was told something along the lines of, “We are going to kill you and defibrillate you, in order to bring your heart back to normal.”
Of course it wasn’t said exactly like this. I’m sure it was sugar coated to me.
Luckily my Mom is an retired R/N. I called her, told her what was going on, and she made a quick call to someone she knew.
She called me back. And yep, it’s standard practice to kill me.
After I signed all the proper, ‘I might not live through this procedure’ forms they then put me under.
Then, I woke up!
They never ended up killing me. As they were about to stop my heart, I came out of AFib naturally. Either way, I WOKE UP.
Writing about this story reminds me that I’m still alive, and that I need to cherish more of my everyday activities. Oh, and eat better. And exercise!