Drago
Legendary Member
- Location
- Suburban Poshshire
I was supposed to be on a 7am start today, so last night was in bed at half nine, although the Missus stayed up.
Uncomfortable in the heat, but was just starting to drift off when I heard an almighty banging on the front door. I heard Woman's voice, then it all went quiet. I went to the door to see the Missus disappearing across the road to the house opposite, so I called after to find out what was going on - "mumble something collapsed" was all I heard.
I sleep in my Y fronts, so ran back in, grabbed my dressing gown, and ran across the road barely decent and up the opposite driveway and into the house. Hear voices, follow them, up the stairs... oh sheet! Neighbours 14 year old daughter had collapsed in the bathroom. In I step, take command. Mum is ordered to put hand on chest, check for breathing. I'm on my knees, chin up to straighten airway, her tongue is swollen, barely breathing. Son of the house confirms ambo is on the way.
Within about a minute breathing stops, I can't find a pulse. I begin to seriously flap. I start CPR, although I'm impeded by the enclosed space and my knackered right elbow. I'm flapping badly, trying to keep it together, wearing my Y fronts on an unknown persons floor trying to save a life. Luckily the first ambo arrives about a minute later and a fully qualified paramedic orders me out the way. I step back. Within a minute Paramedic is on her radio requesting assistance while she gives her own CPR. Another ambo turns up double crewed, and a few minutes later another.
I step out the front for the fresh air,older son is outside crying so I give him a hug. Ambo work frantically for an hour, before finally taking her away. They're still doing chest compressions as the door closes. I know this isnt good, that the odds of surviving CPR are 1 in 30.
The Dad of the house is a military officer and is in Devon, so my Missus takes the Mum of the house to hospital. Another neighbour turns up and volumteers to look after older son and the toddlers.
About 2am I get a txt message from Woman confirming what id already guessed.
A beautiful 14 year old girl with her whole life ahead of her died today because I wasn't good enough to save her. I know its wrong, but that's how I think. I'm angry with myself, annoyed at god, upset at fate. I see this sort of thing fairly often at work and its never affected me, but right on my doorstep with people I live amongst is different.
So promise me 3 things. Just for today all the petty arguing, bickering and childish name calling will stop. I ask each of you to be nice to your fellows. And each of you please get the very best first aid training you can find and afford.
Uncomfortable in the heat, but was just starting to drift off when I heard an almighty banging on the front door. I heard Woman's voice, then it all went quiet. I went to the door to see the Missus disappearing across the road to the house opposite, so I called after to find out what was going on - "mumble something collapsed" was all I heard.
I sleep in my Y fronts, so ran back in, grabbed my dressing gown, and ran across the road barely decent and up the opposite driveway and into the house. Hear voices, follow them, up the stairs... oh sheet! Neighbours 14 year old daughter had collapsed in the bathroom. In I step, take command. Mum is ordered to put hand on chest, check for breathing. I'm on my knees, chin up to straighten airway, her tongue is swollen, barely breathing. Son of the house confirms ambo is on the way.
Within about a minute breathing stops, I can't find a pulse. I begin to seriously flap. I start CPR, although I'm impeded by the enclosed space and my knackered right elbow. I'm flapping badly, trying to keep it together, wearing my Y fronts on an unknown persons floor trying to save a life. Luckily the first ambo arrives about a minute later and a fully qualified paramedic orders me out the way. I step back. Within a minute Paramedic is on her radio requesting assistance while she gives her own CPR. Another ambo turns up double crewed, and a few minutes later another.
I step out the front for the fresh air,older son is outside crying so I give him a hug. Ambo work frantically for an hour, before finally taking her away. They're still doing chest compressions as the door closes. I know this isnt good, that the odds of surviving CPR are 1 in 30.
The Dad of the house is a military officer and is in Devon, so my Missus takes the Mum of the house to hospital. Another neighbour turns up and volumteers to look after older son and the toddlers.
About 2am I get a txt message from Woman confirming what id already guessed.
A beautiful 14 year old girl with her whole life ahead of her died today because I wasn't good enough to save her. I know its wrong, but that's how I think. I'm angry with myself, annoyed at god, upset at fate. I see this sort of thing fairly often at work and its never affected me, but right on my doorstep with people I live amongst is different.
So promise me 3 things. Just for today all the petty arguing, bickering and childish name calling will stop. I ask each of you to be nice to your fellows. And each of you please get the very best first aid training you can find and afford.