6/6/2023 0 Comments Blood in blood out lightning![]() ![]() Now, on a crisp November night in Tucson, Arizona, I dropped to my knees in time for the second shock. ![]() ![]() “There’s no way you wouldn’t scream if you felt it,” my sister had said.īy then, the defibrillator had been in my body for three silent years, resting loyally above my left breast, keeping watch for the arrhythmia that could send me to the ground unconscious, with a heart quivering rather than pumping blood. Did somebody kick in my spine? And then I knew. A maul cracked open my chest with a sickening thump, a hot whip tearing through my back. Like a badly spliced film reel, my memory of the night is fractured: in one instant, a player on the other intramural soccer team had fallen and the game stopped he was getting up, brushing his thighs. Nothing can prepare you for what it feels like to be shocked by an implanted cardioverter defibrillator.
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