I was at work one night when a coworker came to my cubicle. He then ran into the computer room, and told them I "looked funny." I imagine I did: I had no heart beat, and wasn't breathing. I was very lucky that my fellow workers were able to start CPR and call 911 right away. I was brought back to life four times that night. I spent 14 days in the hospital, another 7 in a nursing home. It wasn't a nursing home for people expected to recover, as nearly as I can tell, but the home of many medicaid patients. I was told I was unusual because I was so young (52), there for my heart, and didn't have family issues or homelessness to cope with. The physical therapy was laughable.
