Thanks all for your kind words and thoughts...
I knew right where i had to go with this story after telling the tale to my family etc... & of course that was here with you fine folks.
I'm not a stress monkey actually... quite the opposite in fact. And I don't find travel stressful at all despite the obvious stress included in such a lifestyle. I'm a very internal kind of guy, and am content to allow RL to wash over me like a river, while maintaining a rich inner dialogue that keeps me very satisfied and interested. All the men in my family tree suffer to some degree with this small artery thing actually, which is manageable with modern medicine mostly... I was just feeling fine and a bit preoccupied, and got complacent about my meds... I can assure you I'm not any longer!
As far as the experience itself... I'm happy to report that while the events leading up to my "near-miss" were extrodinarily painful, the actual beginnings of brain death I recall as quite pleasant. In fact, that's what I meant when I wrote that I felt annoyed at being revived. I recall feeling resentment at being aroused from a very pleasant slumber... like snoozing on a Sunday morning while an irritating alarm blared in the background.
I never have really feared death per se... just the painful ride which takes you there, so I'm happy to assure everyone that... well... it wasn't bad at all.
Quite nice actually.
No tunnel of light... no singing choirs of hawkmen... just a kind of peaceful sense of well-being.
I take none of this for granted believe me, and am still flabbergasted at the very unlikely sequence of events which precipitated this event. I really don't know what to think about it... but after all... I am only an egg.
I do promise to be more discerning about my choices in diet & such... and as soon as the Doc ok's it, a renewed interest in daily exercise as well, though I have been swimming as my cardio exercise for some time now.
Not a bite of red meat since then... no alcohol... more fish veggies & chicken in smaller portions etc...
And most important, being rigid about my meds.
My job kind of insulates me from the coming turmoil, (at least for some time), since I'm now teaching mainframe and super-computing for what amounts to basic infrastructure and such, including government & military outfits. My students are typically like DOD, Army, VA, NASA, Banks, Power Gen & other social service providers etc... so I'm confident I'll be needed for some time to come. (Even in the face of depletion related turmoil... maybe especially because of it actually) There aren't 40 people qualified to teach this stuff, and I'm picking up the data encryption portion very soon where I'll be one of exactly two folks in the world who can teach it. Unless I miss my guess, data security will enjoy an expanded role going forward as things begin to unravel.
Anywhosit... you folks are the best... I'm proud to know you all & I look forward to serving all of you in the coming months/years.
HawkMan willing...

The problem is, of course, that not only is economics bankrupt, but it has always been nothing more than politics in disguise... economics is a form of brain damage.
Hazel Henderson