I just got out of the hospital yesterday and have been trying to get my bearings today. Seven days ago, on St Patty's Day I went into the hospital for a heart cath with possible stents. I received one stent that morning and felt great the rest of the day, looking forward to coming home the next day. At around eight pm I passed out, heart went to 20 beats per minute, the crash team arrived and then I went flatline, no heart beat. They rigged the paddle machine to keep the heart beating to get me to surgery, installed a temp pacemaker in my groin and got me stabilized. The next morning they installed my new best friend, a permanent pacemaker in my chest, then found out I had been carrying a staff infected wound on my foot for fifteen months and the battle was on to keep it out of my heart. Many bags for intravenous high powered antibiotics later they allowed me to come home yesterday. They said I would never have been able to survive had I not been in the hospital when it happened. Now I'm on the road to recovery with a lot of limitations to learn to live with. Quite an exciting week it was.