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@foxigalx | 8 September 17 | |
Couple years ago when older man I worked with took a fit in the office and fell and cracked his head on the desk..... thought he was a goner :o( checked his airways made sure no blockages, turned him on his side and checked his pulse I had no Choice than to stay calm as rest in office panicked. Stayed on phone to emergency services until they turned up and took over. Scary times and day we broke up for xmas. He was ok but had his licence taken off him. But least he lived
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@sisfreak2017 | 8 September 17 | |
did you give the lucky man mouth to mouth just incase
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@mikeymk | 8 September 17 | |
Once. So I'm bowling down the street in the near centre of Bletchley (this is an old town, so full-height kerbs, pebble-dashed houses, that sort of thing). And I'm approaching a T-junction. I'm going straight-on, I haven't gotta cross. Walking towards me, but over on the junction side of the road, is some old boy. He looked about 100 and like an albino Caucasian - too big and tall to be that old, but patchy very white skin, big red nose, a little white fluffy hair around the sides. Bald on top, his scalp looked very delicate... and dressed like it was the 1950s. He'd have made a great Halloween clown. Well he's not so much walking as pacing. Stamping his feet, leaning forward, like he's pushing himself to press-on. This was working okay for him until he stepped off the kerb. I really don't think he knew it was there. Crossing the road, and the leaning tower of Piza's got nothing on this guy. He's trying to compensate for the unexpected extra lean, like someone stamping through deep snow, only three times faster, and it's only amplifying inevitability. He actually made it to the other side, but with that kerb to contend with, it was conclusion time. I began to cross the road myself now, knowing I might be useful. On the corner, bizarrely close to the road 'old street' style, is a pebble-dashed house. But it's not pebbles. It's crushed flint. It's possibly the most hostile surface next to the rotating blades of a chainsaw. And this guy head-planted straight into it. Messy. This was near 20yrs ago and I had one of my first mobile phones. There was a lot of blood, so I had his cardigan in one hand, holding it on his head, and my phone in the other. Speaking to the operator I found I didn't know the name of the street - I was quite impressed to be told ''Thats okay, stay on the line and we'll track your phone.'' And only a few minutes later, the cavalry arrives. |
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@vovo17 | 9 September 17 | |
back in 2015. when my hubby hurt his back and was transported to hospital. |
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@dan27notts | 9 September 17 | |
Emergency! Paging Dr Beat
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@foxigalx | 9 September 17 | |
@ sisfreak2017 - 8.09.17 - 06:20pm did you give the lucky man mouth to mouth just incase lol wasn't necessary |
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@foxigalx | 9 September 17 | |
@ mikeymk - 8.09.17 - 07:21pm Once. So I'm bowling down the street in the near centre of Bletchley (this is an old town, so full-height kerbs, pebble-dashed houses, that sort of thing). And I'm approaching a T-junction. I'm going straight-on, I haven't gotta cross. Walking towards me, but over on the junction side of the road, is some old boy. He looked about 100 and like an albino Caucasian - too big and tall to be that old, but patchy very white skin, big red nose, a little white fluffy hair around the sides. Bald on top, his scalp looked very delicate... and dressed like it was the 1950s. He'd have made a great Halloween clown. Well he's not so much walking as pacing. Stamping his feet, leaning forward, like he's pushing himself to press-on. This was working okay for him until he stepped off the kerb. I really don't think he knew it was there. Crossing the road, and the leaning tower of Piza's got nothing on this guy. He's trying to compensate for the unexpected extra lean, like someone stamping through deep snow, only three times faster, and it's only amplifying inevitability. He actually made it to the other side, but with that kerb to contend with, it was conclusion time. I began to cross the road myself now, knowing I might be useful. On the corner, bizarrely close to the road 'old street' style, is a pebble-dashed house. But it's not pebbles. It's crushed flint. It's possibly the most hostile surface next to the rotating blades of a chainsaw. And this guy head-planted straight into it. Messy. This was near 20yrs ago and I had one of my first mobile phones. There was a lot of blood, so I had his cardigan in one hand, holding it on his head, and my phone in the other. Speaking to the operator I found I didn't know the name of the street - I was quite impressed to be told ''Thats okay, stay on the line and we'll track your phone.'' And only a few minutes later, the cavalry arrives. I actually read this and tbought I was there poor man |
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@nomnom | 9 September 17 | |
about a month ago when my neighbours groom caught fire
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@nomnom | 9 September 17 | |
@ obi_jon - 8.09.17 - 05:12pm Called an ambulance for a lad I know a couple of years ago when he had an epileptic seizure. I didn't even know that he had epilepsy until he suddenly keeled over and started having a fit, was a bit scarey and I didn't know what else to do. that happened to (someone in front of)me a year ago too. he was also blind and an alcoholic. when he regained consciousness he couldn't even tell me his name. i stayed with him in hospital and he asked me to marry him, twice |
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@nomnom | 9 September 17 | |
@ nomnom - 9.09.17 - 11:42am that happened to (someone in front of)me a year ago too. he was also blind and an alcoholic. when he regained consciousness he couldn't even tell me his name. i stayed with him in hospital and he asked me to marry him, twice not a lad i knew just random neighbour i was driving past n saw collapse |
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