To the girl on the train

At my local train station where I caught the train to my Internship, there was a gorgeous girl who took the same train. Every day, I would try and get the courage to say hello, but couldn’t. One day, we were even seated opposite each other, and yet I still didn’t say a thing. For 3 weeks this carried on,

Red Bull Gives You…

Before my initial out-of-hospital sudden cardiac arrest, before I knew what Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy was or that I had it, and before I had an ICD — I was working at my first internship in the city. Every morning, I would hop on the 7:15am train to get to the office by 8:30am. At the final station, there was a convenience

The 8 Times I “Died”

These are the stories of the 8 times I died (well episodes of VT/VF 🙂 ) 1 :: Train Station :: 20 years old I don’t remember much about the initial cardiac arrest that started it all, only 3rd party stories from my family and friends who had to experience it for me, and some of the bystanders who were