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A little more excitement than I'd like...
Aug. 18th, 2007 09:57 amCame home from the gym and farmer's market (OMG it's Killer Basil!) to see a gentleman of perhaps 55 or so laying on his side on the sidewalk. Now, there are possible reasons for that -- he was checking the slant of the porch of his house, or trying an esoteric new exercise -- but something triggered my 'person in distress' reaction, which is, as someone pointed out a few months ago, to run into a burning building*. Or, in this case, do an emergency parking job and grab my med kit.
Sure enough, he had fallen and was unable to get up (no jokes, please). He was coherent, but there was a nasty bump and a lot of blood on his forehead, his glasses were cracked, and his knees were banged up, and though he insisted that he had to get up, he couldn't actually sit up, even with help. So I made him lay back down and cursed because I'd left my cell phone int the car when I pulled over to help. Thankfully, neighbors out for a stroll came by and had their cell with them, so we called 911.
Our guy didn't want us to call for help, he kept asking if his face was very bad and saying he had to go home, his mother was home and she was 85, and just being slightly verbally 'off.' And I'm thinking "damn, he's not (only) concussed, I think he's not entirely with us," either from the accident or preexisting conditions. So I invoked the Wrath of Dad, telling him that if I let him get up, my dad was going to be SO pissed at me, so could he just stay still a little longer? I got his glasses back on his face (I know everything's worse when you can't see) and the man with the cell phone helped him roll over a little so he was more comfortable on the sidewalk, and we waited for the paramedics, who came in a big white emergency vehicle, all five of them, big guys full of calm good humor and strong backs.
I was very very happy to let the professionals take over, hoo yah. They got the insurance -- and the latex gloves and wipes to deal with the blood.
Hell of a way to meet people.
(and even the paramedics commented on the Killer Basil. I may have guys showing up tomorrow for pesto...)
* apparently, no, I don't have any instinct for self-preservation in emergency situations. need to work on that....
Sure enough, he had fallen and was unable to get up (no jokes, please). He was coherent, but there was a nasty bump and a lot of blood on his forehead, his glasses were cracked, and his knees were banged up, and though he insisted that he had to get up, he couldn't actually sit up, even with help. So I made him lay back down and cursed because I'd left my cell phone int the car when I pulled over to help. Thankfully, neighbors out for a stroll came by and had their cell with them, so we called 911.
Our guy didn't want us to call for help, he kept asking if his face was very bad and saying he had to go home, his mother was home and she was 85, and just being slightly verbally 'off.' And I'm thinking "damn, he's not (only) concussed, I think he's not entirely with us," either from the accident or preexisting conditions. So I invoked the Wrath of Dad, telling him that if I let him get up, my dad was going to be SO pissed at me, so could he just stay still a little longer? I got his glasses back on his face (I know everything's worse when you can't see) and the man with the cell phone helped him roll over a little so he was more comfortable on the sidewalk, and we waited for the paramedics, who came in a big white emergency vehicle, all five of them, big guys full of calm good humor and strong backs.
I was very very happy to let the professionals take over, hoo yah. They got the insurance -- and the latex gloves and wipes to deal with the blood.
Hell of a way to meet people.
(and even the paramedics commented on the Killer Basil. I may have guys showing up tomorrow for pesto...)
* apparently, no, I don't have any instinct for self-preservation in emergency situations. need to work on that....
