Trust your gut
So yesterday I died again, for the 9th time. Luckily, I was already at a hospital, unluckily, I didn’t have my ICD to protect me — it had been switched off. So a bit of back story; having had 8 cardiac arrests previously, my consultant Cardiologist had referred me to see the Transplant team at […]
One Year On
It’s now been Seven years since my out-of-hospital, pre-ICD, sudden cardiac arrest — and I have had 7 further arrests and ICD shocks — but I found this old blog post I wrote one year after the event, that for me is an interesting look back at how I felt during those initial months. Perhaps […]
I’m not a Zombie anymore…
I used to like to think of myself as a real-life Zombie. I mean, I am un-dead, even MORE than just un-dead (I think it’s more accurate to say I am un-un-un-un-un-un-un-undead now). I am THE Walking Dead, the real-life Dead..Poole. One of my favourite zombie movies is Zombieland, where they outline the rules when […]
The Nightmares
Let’s get real for a second, this shit is scary. I don’t like to show it, half part my upbringing in a macho-Australian culture, and half part the fantasy of trying to be a stoic, heroic videogame character. But I can’t pretend that this doesn’t affect me, and there is no better place this manifests […]
How a Suit saved my life
When I collapsed for my initial out-of-hospital cardiac arrest when I was 20, it was at a train station in an Australian town called Caboolture. It was the closest train station to my home town on the Sunshine Coast, but had a reputation for being a rough neighbourhood, a town primarily occupied by people on […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]