Looks like this thread has been diverted to a 2020 scar fest
We are resilient. We come face to face with our mortality. We carry on. People are depending on me, I can’t go yet. We really don’t have any control yet here we are. Why? Got me.
February 25,2020 I’m at work. 2nd shift. About 17:30 I fall face first on the concrete floor, dead. Cardiac arrest. I have minutes to live. Coworkers are there in seconds and start CPR. A woman who knew CPR saved my life. Survival rate of outside hospital cardiac arrest is 10%. So here I am. Why?
Who cares right?
I now have my very own onboard defibrillator. Hasn’t blasted me yet. Hopefully it never will
The bump is the defib
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