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Two months ago I had the wind knocked out of me both literally and figuratively and since then, things haven’t been quite the same. It shouldn’t have been a surprise when after four years living with my ICD (internal cardiac defibrillator) it finally had it’s first go at “thumping” me.

I was on a photo shoot, I was playing with a kid getting him to smile in spite of his instance not to, he was good but I was better. Sure, that smile only came as my physical comedy got more involved but it came and once I had it I was determined to keep it going, my body however had another plan.

Silence. That is what I remember, it was just so quiet. All the noise of cars going by, and the kid laughing at me, and my fellow photographer talking, it all faded to nothing. My vision went from bright white to deep black, and then at once came back with a tremendous thud in my chest. It hurt, it hurt like nothing I’d ever felt before, not the worst pain of my life kind of hurt, but a hurt I had never experienced and couldn’t describe to you accurately if I had unlimited time and words. The best I can come up with is hitting your funny bone, with a sledgehammer, while grabbing hold of an electric fence, while licking a nine-volt battery. It was impact and electricity at once.

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