Just before 1pm on Canada Day, my life nearly ended. I became suddenly dead, but people nearby and emergency responders got my heart started again and onto a cooling bed at the General Hospital well before 2pm. I remember none of Canada Day 2014 firsthand.
Off work. For months.
Not allowed to drive a motor vehicle for months (fortunately already well adapted).
Not allowed to bike for more days (this is harder in the Summer).
Aside from the staples in my chest, there is no way to tell I’ve recently been in hospital. Well, the pile of cards, and gift basket is a hint I suppose.