I’m crying, but I don’t know why. All I know is something doesn’t feel right. Sarah jumped out of the car and ran inside to get help. Running out with a wheelchair, they got me out of the car quickly, it was as if everyone had already known what was going on. I couldn’t speak, only cry. I could hear Sarah trying to give them as much information as she could.

“We gotta get him back, call a code” I heard someone say. I could feel my heart pounding through my chest at this point. Panic was surging through my body, something felt wrong.

They rushed me down the hall and into a room, “Get him on the bed…ready, 1, 2, 3,” a nurse brushed passed me as I was being thrown into the bed.  There was about 6 people around me at this point, all moving about swiftly, doing something. Two ladies began hooking me up to a monitor, all the while others began ripping my clothes off.

“Help me, please, somebody!”

I looked around the room frantically, not really understanding what was going on. By now more than 10 people surrounded me, through the crowd I could see something I would never forget; Sarah was standing in the hall, her mouth to the floor with a look of horror on her face. I knew at that moment…it was bad, really bad.

“Heart rates 209 and rising, we need to get it down, now,” a woman bit out.

I briefly remember the doctor saying to me, “this is going to feel like you’re being hit by a truck,” and then the nurse beside him injected me with a drug called adenosine.  The drug is most often used to correct irregular heartbeats and dangerously high heart rates, both of which I had.  Almost immediately after the first injection an intense rush coursed through my entire body—all the way to the ends of my hands and feet.  Suddenly, the rush reversed and crashed into my chest, causing me to feel as if my heart was being crushed in someone’s hand. 

There was no relief, because it didn’t work, and they had to inject me once more, but this time at a higher dosage.  It didn’t work. Desperation overtook the room; their first line of defense wasn’t effective.  My hands and feet had turned a ghostly white and were frozen as if I had been turned to ice, I knew it wasn’t good. 

I cried out, “Jesus, help me please!” My heart continued to pound and the medical team kept scurrying about. He had to of heard me, though.

There is no telling what would have happened next. Seemingly out of nowhere, a nurse suggested that they dunk my head into a bucket of ice water, to give my heart a recalibration of sorts and shock it out of its rhythm. The doctor agreed it was worth a shot, so a few of the nurses ran off to prepare it and then came back with a huge bucket of ice water. They wasted no time; they catapulted me to the side of the bed, grabbed my head, and shoved it under the ice water multiple times.  Apparently, the shock of the cold water was enough to reset my heart rhythm because it finally began to lower.

To be continued…

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