A Close Call

I was on a business trip this week in Washington DC. On Monday night I got back to my hotel room from dinner and I started to feel like a low blood pressure moment was coming on.

I sat down on the bed, and then I started to feel really awful like I would pass out. I remember sort of falling face down on the bed, and then wham! my defibrillator went off. My first thought was crap!

Then my body all of a sudden started to feel better, very relaxed, but very funky. Sort of like coming down from a major adrenalin rush.

I called my cardiologist's nurse but it was late at night so I left a message. Long story short, they got back to me and sure enough I was having the dreaded Ventricular Fibrillation (VF) (www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=4784 ) but the good news is my ICD worked and I am grateful.

For the rest of the work week, I was sort of leery that this event could happen again at any time, but I am grateful it did not. Still kind of strange to walk around knowing there but for the grace of having my ICD, I would have most likely been dead that night.