This morning I was moving furniture, nothing I haven’t done before, and my defibrillator went off.
The first time it went off, I was like, “okay, so that’s what that feels like.
After it went off the second time I had to lie down.
I began reciting “om mani peme hung” while visualizing Amitabha.
My defibrillator went off twice more.
My wife called 911.
The paramedics arrived, took my vitals, and took me to the ER at St Francis Hospital.
I’m resting comfortably.
More to follow.
They need a chest x-ray.
Om mani peme hung!