The day I died – Part One

Image via WikipediaThree years ago this last December I died. I know you are wondering am I blogging from the other side? Fortunately I am back alive at least for today, and I have to trust God one day at a time for every breath and for every heartbeat. It gives you a whole new outlook on life.

One December day early in the month I was at my work sitting in my cube when I started to feel heaviness on my chest. It felt like my child was sitting on my chest. I walked up to my boss and asked if it was okay if I went to the hospital to get checked out. She immediately sent me on my way.

After a quick stop by my house to see my wife and kids I headed out the door to Norwood Hospital. Shortly after arriving they brought me to the treatment center of the emergency room. They assumed that I was having a heart attack so they treated me accordingly. The only problem was I was not having a heart attack instead it was anxiety brought on by the untimely death of my mother and all the issues I had to deal with just a few weeks before. We buried my Mom the day before Thanksgiving.

To ease my pain they gave me a Nitrate patch to open up the blood vessels and make it easier for the blood to flow. While I was lying there a few minutes later I started to feel funny. I felt kind of dizzy and I called out for the nurses. As I looked out across the room my peripheral vision stated to slowly collapse as if I was being sucked backwards threw a tunnel. The outside of the tunnel being the material world seemed to get farther way until like a pin prick it disappeared. At that moment my heart stopped beating.