Another fun fact! Each time I died I experienced something that I've never been able to explain. The absolute void of anything. I can't describe it. Just the void of everything you experience right now.
My religious mom says it's because if God showed me heaven I wouldn't have come back. I have other ideas, but I have also spent time with my mom as an adult.
That's what it was like for me as well (nothingness/void)
I've had major heart issues my entire life (tachycardia, arrhythmia and fibrullation). In college I was exercising a lot, which frequently made my heart beat really fast and wild. Sometimes the episodes would last for days. I wonder how other people would handle emotionally this happening to them...it was a real challenge to say the least.
Anyways, a little while prior to my death I had checked into a hospital to get "converted" back into a normal heart rhythm after >3 straight days of 120 - 170 beats per minute and constant arrhythmia. They gave me IV of the same pills I was taking but 5x more than usual. They said it was fine. I "converted" back to a normal heart beat and that was that.
When my heart would convert back to a normal rhythm, it would actually stop for ~3 seconds at first, then start beating normally. It's a strange feeling but a welcome one to me, as that would signal the end to my crazy heart beats (temporarily).
So I went back into tach/arrhythmia a little while after, maybe 4 or 5 days. I waited a day then gobbled quite a lot of heart control pills, thinking it would be fine.
I go to class about an hour later, and as I'm sitting in a lecture I feel my heart stop. But this time it didn't start back up. Seconds were ticking away, and I was dying in the middle of class.
I got up from my seat and was very dizzy. I walked out of class. My plan was to head for the bathroom to throw up if I could. My heart still wasn't beating.
As I was walking I blacked out, then reawakened to my body being in a full sprint to the bathroom.
I black out again, and awaken still in a sprint. I missed the bathroom entrance and slam my head and body right into the wall next to the doorway.
I'm crumpled on the ground, and everything is turning black. Some passerby says "are you ok?" I say weakly "no...get a doctor", then all is black.
I don't know how long. My consciousness is sitting in this blackness...this void, and I'm thinking to myself "huh...this is death. here we go then."
Some time goes by and I awaken in the arms of some random student, as he's running down a hall with me flopping around. I pass out again.
Some more time goes by and I awaken in the nurse's office. I'm a little woozy but otherwise feel fine. My heart is in perfect rhythm.
I ask the nurse how I got there. She says some guy brought me in, then took off. Didn't leave his name, nothing. I walked around that school for another year or so hoping to run into him so I could thank him, but he was never found.
About 2 years later, I got my first pacemaker installed at age 22, which has been a real life changer.
