I have a heart condition. I mentioned it ages ago. This week I went in to hospital to have an operation to make it not as bad. Not fix it, that would be a much bigger operation, but make it not as bad.
However, before having this procedure I had to spend 5 days off the drugs that prevent me from heading sudden unexpected tachycardias.
Guess what happened?
So when I was in tachycardia, the paramedic said he wanted to try me with a special technique for stopping it. Apparently if you sit up and blow into a syringe as hard as you can for as long as you can and then immediately fall back into lying down, it can stop tachycardia.
He tried it with a small syringe and it filled up without a problem, having no effect, at which point he said “When we get in the ambulance I’ll give you the big syringe, no one can blow that all the way.”
Readers, I filled the syringe.
“Jesus,” he said, “You must have amazing lungs. No one has ever done that. This isn’t going to work.”
In my stupor of low oxygen saturation well I could say was, “I make balloon animals.”
