Tag: recovery story

Some of you may have noticed I went quiet. And by “quiet,” I don’t mean I took a peaceful social media break to meditate, drink herbal tea, and become one of those people who says things like, “I’m protecting my energy.” No. I vanished. Like I had either been abducted by aliens, lost a fight with fibre internet, or my wife finally buried me in the backyard after one too many “just one more gym video” conversations. Good news: I was not abducted. Also good news: my wife has not buried me. Yet. The short version is this: I have been busy trying not to become a framed photograph. The longer version is funnier. Six months of health problems eventually turned into one night at Pearly Beach, one very angry heart, one Subaru driven like a stolen rally car, an ambulance over the mountain, three stents, five days in ICU, and a hospital gown clearly designed by someone with unresolved issues. But here is the part that matters: Blood flow went from about 15% to 100%. I am still here. A little more metal inside. A little less nonsense. A lot more grateful. No pity needed. Just come watch the comeback.