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I just walked up the high street to Morrisons and on the way, across the road, was a crowd of people, standing around while a man lay bleeding on the floor. I ran over, being a first aider, and someone had just about managed to put him in the recovery position, but he was fitting and foaming at the mouth. There was blood all over the pavement - I'd been able to see it across the road.
An hispanic lady with a pram gave us a folded up t-shirt to press to the wound - which looked really nasty - so I held it over it, trying not to press on the part which may actually have been fractured and doing my best to reassure him. It seemed to me that he was having an epileptic fit, so we couldn't sit him up, which is what you'd usually do with a head injury, and two different people were on the phone for ambulances, trying to give us completely opposite instructions, both of which were useless.
Then the security guards from HMV and Argos came out with their radios, acting all pushy and telling us to move away because they were first aiders and completely ignored me when I said I was, too. This guy took my hand away from the back of the guy's head to do it himself, and the casualty had already bled through this t-shirt, which had been folded a number of times - my hand was covered in blood.
A few moments later the guy started to come around and sit up, which we tried to prevent him from doing, and I used a tissue to try to wipe some of the blood and saliva from his face. He was really, really disorentated and insisted on getting up and walking off - and they basically let him. Even though there was a very good chance he'd fractured his skull, he was bleeding profusely and totally, totally out of it.
The lady with the pram gave me babywipes to get the blood off my hands, and the security guards kept saying, "Go home and wash you hands, now, and don't put them in your mouth," as if I was fucking stupid or something.
As I got to Morrisons (where there are toilets with washbasins) I saw the first response vehicle arrive at the top of the high road, but fuck knows what happened to the guy.
I couldn't believe the security guys were basically letting him go in that condition. I hope he's okay. It just pissed me off that the guys' attitude was like, "We know best" when they clearly fucking didn't.
I just walked up the high street to Morrisons and on the way, across the road, was a crowd of people, standing around while a man lay bleeding on the floor. I ran over, being a first aider, and someone had just about managed to put him in the recovery position, but he was fitting and foaming at the mouth. There was blood all over the pavement - I'd been able to see it across the road.
An hispanic lady with a pram gave us a folded up t-shirt to press to the wound - which looked really nasty - so I held it over it, trying not to press on the part which may actually have been fractured and doing my best to reassure him. It seemed to me that he was having an epileptic fit, so we couldn't sit him up, which is what you'd usually do with a head injury, and two different people were on the phone for ambulances, trying to give us completely opposite instructions, both of which were useless.
Then the security guards from HMV and Argos came out with their radios, acting all pushy and telling us to move away because they were first aiders and completely ignored me when I said I was, too. This guy took my hand away from the back of the guy's head to do it himself, and the casualty had already bled through this t-shirt, which had been folded a number of times - my hand was covered in blood.
A few moments later the guy started to come around and sit up, which we tried to prevent him from doing, and I used a tissue to try to wipe some of the blood and saliva from his face. He was really, really disorentated and insisted on getting up and walking off - and they basically let him. Even though there was a very good chance he'd fractured his skull, he was bleeding profusely and totally, totally out of it.
The lady with the pram gave me babywipes to get the blood off my hands, and the security guards kept saying, "Go home and wash you hands, now, and don't put them in your mouth," as if I was fucking stupid or something.
As I got to Morrisons (where there are toilets with washbasins) I saw the first response vehicle arrive at the top of the high road, but fuck knows what happened to the guy.
I couldn't believe the security guys were basically letting him go in that condition. I hope he's okay. It just pissed me off that the guys' attitude was like, "We know best" when they clearly fucking didn't.
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on 2008-07-27 06:42 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-07-27 10:58 am (UTC)Basically, my last job was for a charity which has been around in one form or other since the Crusades; they train people in dealing with injuries and problems like heart attacks before the paramedics get there. You're like a first responder, really.
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on 2008-07-30 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-07-30 05:46 pm (UTC)