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The stories you hear about people who have experienced clinical deaths usually end with light at the end of the tunnel, memories, meeting with God and insight. It is not that happened to me … Six months ago I died. I have there are no memories of that event, but this story so many times retold that, it seems, I also saw all this. I was in gym of a residential complex with roommate Sam. I was on the treadmill when he suddenly turned around and told him that I’m losing consciousness. I felt weak and fell on still a moving tape that stripped the skin on my lap and pushed it me to the floor. Sam was in shock. He called for help. Have run up personal trainer and her ward, called an ambulance and helped Sam do me artificial respiration while my body slowly pale. I started ventricular fibrillation. VF (“Vfib”), as many doctors call it, is type of arrhythmia – a series of irregular electrical signals in ventricles of the heart. Instead of a normal heartbeat, the walls of the lower the cameras trembled randomly, as if in convulsions. Heart fast becomes unable to pump blood to other organs. I suffered from being officially, and somewhat disgustingly, called “sudden cardiac death.” Emergency doctors arrived and walked slowly along the pool to the gym. Like me later explained, this is the order: they did not want to run and raise the alarm. When the doctors finally got to me, they regained rhythm hearts by attaching bandages to my stomach and skipping a strong electric current through my body. I was told that after first grade, my heart was still in arrhythmia. After second, it began to beat evenly. Those 4 minutes and 30 seconds I was clinically dead. The next two days I spent in a coma while doctors cooled my body to 32 degrees to avoid damage brain. During this time I developed an embolism of the lungs and pneumonia. Now whenever I visit doctors, they wonder: “Each of these diseases in itself could kill you, it’s a miracle that you survived all three! “I survived, sitting out for hours on magnetic resonance imaging with oxygen tubes in the nose, three droppers and ten tablets per day for a few weeks. Sam and both my mothers, Laurie and Kerry, did not leave me all this time. The stories you hear about people clinical death survivors usually end in light at the end tunnel, memories, meeting with God and insight. This is not something what happened to me. After my mind is enough recovered to understand the situation, I sat for hours, staring into the hospital walls. I did not have any rethinking of life. I did not repent. Moreover, I couldn’t think of anything, absolutely did not want to change anything in my life. Single imprisonment in this sterile room with wires hanging from my breasts, made me think only about everything in my life that would I wanted to return. Most of the people I tell this story, think I’m out of luck because I had cardiac arrest at age 21. But I do not think so. Only five percent people who have experienced ventricular fibrillation outside the hospital survive. Of more than half of them have brain damage. It means, that only 2.5 percent are fully restored. I not only fully recovered, but did it in the company of those closest to me people. If there’s one lesson I’ve learned from this experience, it’s not “living a full life” or “not regretting anything”. It – feel happy. Feeling happy means you value things in your life that sometimes go unnoticed. This means that you achieve more than what you think deserve it. To feel happy requires a certain humility, and we often lose sight of it. It cost me lose everything to remember how happy I am. Sash Mackinnon
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