They wheeled me into the cath lab like it was just another routine stop on the hospital circuit. I had no idea what it was—only that it sounded vaguely religious and very clinical. This episode walks through the procedure that saved my life… and the damage it revealed.

I talk about sedation (kinda magical), sarcasm (still fully functional), and what it’s like to wake up with a stent in your heart and a family staring back at you. There’s the expected hospital absurdities—and then there’s the moment when the doctor tells me part of my heart is permanently damaged. That part? I wasn’t ready for.

This isn’t a triumphant comeback story. It’s the part after. The blankness. The unraveling. The quiet dread of wondering what “alive” really means now.

If you’ve ever had your body betray you—or feared what comes after survival—this one’s for you

The hours after my heart attack were a blur of sirens, shaved body parts, and stripped pride. In this episode, I recount the surreal chaos of the ER—where I went from family man to medical case file in seconds. Nurses, needles, a backless gown, and a groin-access surprise were just the beginning.

And yes… I actually called my boss and asked my wife to cancel our Airbnb booking while hooked up to monitors.

This is what happens when your body crashes but your brain keeps trying to manage the calendar.

Beaten by life. Still beating.

I thought it was the laptop bag. Or the seafood. Or maybe just stress.

It wasn’t.

This is the story of the day I had a heart attack—and didn’t realize it until it was nearly too late. Mid-July, a work offsite, some bad shellfish (maybe), and a slow-motion collapse I tried to laugh off with Coke and denial.

I take you through the whole thing: the symptoms I ignored, the EMS ride I weirdly enjoyed, and the quiet moment I realized I might not make it back to my daughters.

No medals. No triumph. Just baby aspirin, bad decisions, and the beginning of what I now call Strike One.

Dark humor. Honest reflection. And the start of a very unexpected trilogy.