I’m Supposed to be Dead Today

I am not supposed to be writing this. I am not supposed to be here. I am supposed to be six feet under, decomposing. One year ago today, I got wheeled into a cardiac ICU unit and treated for a stroke.

I had not actually had a stroke, but a steady, slow accumulation of blood clots in my lungs to such an extent the doctors decided to treat me as if I had a stroke. They pumped tissue plasminogen activator into my body for a day before moving to other blood thinners.

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