Word: cpr
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...someone knocked at the back door hungry and penniless, she couldn't say no. To the very end, that was Diane. "We were at home that night, and she had trouble breathing," Harry says, eyes glistening. "She started coughing, and next thing, she was unconscious." Chad performed CPR on his mother, 58, who had no history of serious illness. Harry called 911 and kept pleading with his wife, who was having a heart attack. "You just can't leave me like this!" They were close to retirement, the house nearly paid for, the boys self-sufficient. Harry had this saying...
EXERCISE CAUTION Here's something worth working up a sweat over. If you collapse while exercising at your health club, chances are the facility won't be equipped to help. According to preliminary data, half the clubs studied have neither an emergency medical plan in place, personnel trained in CPR nor a working defibrillator. Among those that do, 90% fail to perform regular emergency drills. And one-third of clubs don't bother to screen prospective clients for medical conditions that could make unsupervised workouts risky...
...when the doctor gets out the paddles and yells, "Clear!" Instead I say that I'm a new aunt and I don't want to kill my nephew. The instructor replies, "It's nice you're here, but next time you might want to sign up for Infant CPR." I joke that oh, my parents have one foot in the grave too, and then everyone looks sad and nods in sympathy...
...midday, I know the proper way to clean up a blood spill. (With bleach.) I know the remedies for both conscious and unconscious choking, and how to self-administer the Heimlich maneuver (by leaning over the back of a chair). I know how to apply CPR. After a morning of vivid reminders of my mortality, the lunch break becomes an exercise in dread. For example, do I want to spend what may be the final hour of my life munching a Cobb salad and reading a book by Al Franken? I look down at my lunch and think...
Education of any sort is supposed to make a student question the world and her place in it. But when I registered for the CPR class I thought of it as more like P.E. than Philosophy 101. And while it's true I will be sore the next morning from bending over Little Anne and pounding on her chest, I return from lunch for the afternoon defibrillator session with the kind of metaphysical panic I remember from the Nietzsche unit in freshman year...