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I am very concerned about a First Aid lesson I received today?

Alan — Sun, 27 Mar 2011 03:27:27 +0000

Question by Luke: I am very concerned about a First Aid lesson I received today?
Can somebody answer two questions I have on First Aid (basic level).

1. The teacher said that if a patient has a suspected spinal, is unconscious but is breathing, we should roll them into the lateral position to make sure the airways isn’t clogged, even if there’s no blood or water involved (she says the tongue may be in the way). I told her it would be alot smarter to physically remove the tongue out of the way and not touch the patient on their back because otherwise they will be in a wheelchair the rest of their lives…apparently, I’m wrong!! Where’s the sense in this, people snore and choke on their tongues hundreds of times each night (they’re unconscious and breathing). I don’t understand why we should totally wreck someone’s chance of recovering from a spinal injury just to put them on their side.

2. She also said that if you arrive at your woprkplace (you’re the first and only one there) and you find the cleaner on the floor, unconscious (you know he’s fallen down) and not breathing, you should start doing DRABCD, and do a (quote) “couple of cycles of compressions and breaths” and then if nobody has arrived to assist you, call 000 (ambulance). Why the f*ck wouldn’t we call the ambulance in first instance? 9 times out of ten, first aiders are doing it wrong, or are inequipped to handle such things, and calling paramedics is paramount because they know what they’re doing.

Thanks.

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Answer by wow! bet you didnt no tht…
i would totaly agree with you on the first 1. If their breathing, then surely that shows their airways is clear and as long as you can make sure their tongue doesnt block it, why risk doing more damage? that seems stupid.
and as for the second one i was told that you should call the ambulance first…at the time its up to you to do what seems most important at that time anyway so you make that choice i guess

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How do you like the first chapter of my book?

Alan — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 15:25:04 +0000

Question by jo: How do you like the first chapter of my book?
Charlotte would have taken another option, given the choice. Instead she was now listening to the loud clinking of metal bars, enclosing her inside a cramped ‘room’. A part tugging inside of her begged her to show tears, of sadness, regret, anything. But she did not feel any remorse at all, even when the image of a blood streaked window flashed by quickly in her mind, or when the sound of a high pitched scream rang in her ears once again.
She grimaced slightly as her thoughts traced back to no less than a half an hour ago. Every time she imagined her therapist’s bird like nose twitch or her shrill voice fill the room, more anger rippled through her body. “How are you today, how are you feeling?”
The bulky guard, whom she forgot was standing right next to her, quickly broke her train of thought. He coughed loudly and gave her the evil eye. “I do not want any ‘funny business’ in your time here, do not try to break out of your cell, it will not work, and your jail time will only be extended. “ He said. His voice, deep and scratchy, reminded Charlotte of fingers running through a chalk board.
He scratched the back of his head, and bent forward to show off his crew cut. “Sixteen years in the military, fourteen in the navy.” He boasted. “Don’t be messing with me.”
She rolled her eyes and shrugged, “Why would I want to get out to begin with? It’s better here than stupid school or my whole stupid life.” She dug her finger into one of her nails, and scratched out the dried red fluid stuck underneath. For a moment the guard was taken aback, but snapped out of it in the matter of seconds.
“Not what you were expecting from an innocent-looking teenage girl, huh?” She said, smirking at his response. The guard didn’t reply, instead focused all his interest on a crack in the cement wall. Charlotte tapped her foot gently and tried to act like the lack of response didn’t bother her.
When the rattling once again filled the air, she scowled. “This is the real, deal, ain’t it?” Her eyes locked with the guard’s, and she let out a tiny whimper like a drowsy puppy would. The guard nodded his head nonchalantly, looking not at all sympathetic.
It was only when she heard the loud slam that she finally realized this was going to be her life. She couldn’t change it now, and she had to deal with all the consequences her psychotic self gave her.
Charlotte flinched as she heard a loud beeping noise, followed by static and mumbled voices. Shortly after she realized it was the guard’s walky talky, who was hectically rummaging through his bag. She used the opportunity to examine him more closely than she had before.
His body was buff and lean, for a man who looked like he was in his late forties or early fifties. The shirt he wore was blood red, and resembled a tank top of some sort. It was obviously meant to show off his muscles, and to attract, or maybe just frighten, everyone who saw him.
He wore red sweat pants, the same shade as his shirt, and ragged flip-flops the color of mud.
The little hair he had was gray, and looked like it could easily fall out. Patches of stubble were next to both his upper and lower lip, which she had noticed him rub constantly.
Soon enough the guard found his walky talky and spoke loudly into it. “Sorry, Eliza, I’ll be there in a second.” He nodded his head, and said “Yes,” a thousand times, until finally there a beep to show the conversation ended.
Charlotte tried to understand what the people on the other end of the call said, but they used numbers and their voices sounded too meshed together. The only words she was able to make out were: Cell, Charlotte, and new. “What were they saying about me, whatever your name is?”
“Vincent,” The guard quickly mumbled under his breath, then turned away sharply and left.
The hallway of cells was deathly quiet, only muffled snores and sleepy voices could be heard. Charlotte gazed at the floor tiles, stained with blood, dirt, and she didn’t want to know what else. She cringed at just the site, and felt nauseous when she reminded herself this was going to be her home for the next three years, if not more.
She shuffled her feet quietly towards her bed, and then carefully placed herself atop it. It was nothing but a wooden crate and a cheesy mattress on top, about as useful as a thin sleeping bag. On top was a bleached towel, like one you would see on a shower door.
The cramped room made Charlotte feel claustrophobic, being three feet wide and five feet tall at the most. She practically had no room to breathe. Two “beds” sat across from each other, and a small toilet was squeezed between them. Three more tiles down was the door.
Suddenly, she started to feel light headed. Her eyelids began to be too heavy to keep open, and her head started to spin. She took deep breaths, and counted to three, but that just made the pain ache more and more. Soon enough, she blacked out.
*****************
It was ten years later, and she still
Here’s the next part:
It was ten years later, and she still wasn’t free. She was at the telephone speaking with her two kids, Sarah and Jake.
Jake was a short, stocky kid. His face was rarely ever washed, so a thick layer of grease covered the whole thing. He had pimples covering his entire forehead and the bridge of his nose, and his long, unruly hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in weeks, if not months. Charlotte could smell his body odor from the other side of the glass wall.
“Hey Mom, what’s up?” Jake slurred. “How are you today…”
“I’m fine, hon. How about you?”
“I’m okay….” He mumbled something else and then his voice drifted off. He started humming and tapped his fingers on the table.
“How’s school going?” She asked him, but he didn’t answer. Instead he started to hum louder and louder. The sound of it deafening, he had no song and mind and was instead was humming random off-key notes. & I don’t have enough room 2 finish the rest.

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Answer by The Cake is a Lie
wow good job!
Very nice writing.
I couldnt have done better

Keep at it

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Based on the first chapter, would you read the rest of my novel or no?

Alan — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 03:27:24 +0000

Question by jo: Based on the first chapter, would you read the rest of my novel or no?
Charlotte would have taken another option, given the choice. Instead she was now listening to the loud clinking of metal bars, enclosing her inside a cramped ‘room’. A part tugging inside of her begged her to show tears, of sadness, regret, anything. But she did not feel any remorse at all, even when the image of a blood streaked window flashed by quickly in her mind, or when the sound of a high pitched scream rang in her ears once again.
She grimaced slightly as her thoughts traced back to no less than a half an hour ago. Every time she imagined her therapist’s bird like nose twitch or her shrill voice fill the room, more anger rippled through her body. “How are you today, how are you feeling?”
The bulky guard, whom she forgot was standing right next to her, quickly broke her train of thought. He coughed loudly and gave her the evil eye. “I do not want any ‘funny business’ in your time here, do not try to break out of your cell, it will not work, and your jail time will only be extended. “ He said monotonously.
He scratched the back of his head, and bent forward to show off his crew cut. “Sixteen years in the military, fourteen in the navy.” He boasted. “Don’t be messing with me.”
She rolled her eyes and shrugged, “Why would I want to get out to begin with? It’s better here than stupid school or my whole stupid life.” She dug her finger into one of her nails, and scratched out the dried red fluid stuck underneath. For a moment the guard was taken aback, but snapped out of it in the matter of seconds.
“Not what you were expecting from an innocent-looking teenage girl, huh?” She said, smirking at his response. The guard didn’t reply, instead focused all his interest on a crack in the cement wall. Charlotte tapped her foot gently and tried to act like the lack of response didn’t bother her.
When the rattling once again filled the air, she scowled. “This is the real, deal, ain’t it?” Her eyes locked with the guard’s, and she let out a tiny whimper like a drowsy puppy would. The guard nodded his head nonchalantly, looking not at all sympathetic.
It was only when she heard the loud slam that she finally realized this was going to be her life. She couldn’t change it now, and she had to deal with all the consequences her psychotic self gave her.
Charlotte flinched as she heard a loud beeping noise, followed by static and mumbled voices. Shortly after she realized it was the guard’s walky talky, who was hectically rummaging through his bag. She used the opportunity to examine him more closely than she had before.
His body was buff and lean, for a man who looked like he was in his late forties or early fifties. The shirt he wore was blood red, and resembled a tank top of some sort. It was obviously meant to show off his muscles, and to attract, or maybe just frighten, everyone who saw him.
He wore red sweat pants, the same shade as his shirt, and ragged flip-flops the color of mud.
The little hair he had was gray, and looked like it could easily fall out. Patches of stubble were next to both his upper and lower lip, which she had noticed him rub constantly.
Soon enough the guard found his walky talky and spoke loudly into it. “Sorry, Eliza, I’ll be there in a second.” He nodded his head, and said “Yes,” a thousand times, until finally there a beep to show the conversation ended.
Charlotte tried to understand what the people on the other end of the call said, but they used numbers and their voices sounded too meshed together. The only words she was able to make out were: Cell, Charlotte, and new. “What were they saying about me, whatever your name is?”
“Vincent,” The guard quickly mumbled under his breath, then turned away sharply and left.
The hallway of cells was deathly quiet, only muffled snores and sleepy voices could be heard. Charlotte gazed at the floor tiles, stained with blood, dirt, and she didn’t want to know what else. She cringed at just the site, and felt nauseous when she reminded herself this was going to be her home for the next three years, if not more.
She shuffled her feet quietly towards her bed, and then carefully placed herself atop it. It was nothing but a wooden crate and a cheesy mattress on top, about as useful as a thin sleeping bag. On top was a bleached towel, like one you would see on a shower door.
The cramped room made Charlotte feel claustrophobic, being three feet wide and five feet tall at the most. She practically had no room to breathe. Two “beds” sat across from each other, and a small toilet was squeezed between them. Three more tiles down was the door.
Suddenly, she started to feel light headed. Her eyelids began to be too heavy to keep open, and her head started to spin. She took deep breaths, and counted to three, but that just made the pain ache more and more. Soon enough, she blacked out.

What can I improve?
Based on this, how old do you think I am? (I know it doesn’t count, blah blah blah, but I wanna know )
Should I

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Answer by Polina
looks pretty good. i would read it. i would think that you are about 15 years old. very descriptive, i would definitely read more.

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First time away from baby and partner in 9 months and I can’t sleep…..?

Alan — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 17:27:39 +0000

Question by what ever: First time away from baby and partner in 9 months and I can’t sleep…..?
HELP! I am on a weekend trip with my mother and my aunt and I am missing my boys something terrible. I can’t seem to sleep without the baby snoring softly next to me and my partner curled up with me, and my moms monstrous snores are not helping! How can I get to sleep, I feel so lost without them, and I can’t take sleeping aids as I have none, should I just call in the morning so I can talk to them and fool around on here until I drop off…anything else I could do to help fall asleep?

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Answer by SAK
A thought, if you can “hug” your pillow, that might help. Definitely call them in the morning.
Try a warm bath or shower and hugging that pillow, that should help. If not, then just think about good things-like daydreaming, then you should be able to relax enough to sleep. You can be on the computer for a little while longer, but then if you are still “awake” try the above mentioned things.
Take care. Hurry home safely to your boys.

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Q&A: first aid for seizures?

Alan — Tue, 07 Dec 2010 20:42:42 +0000

Question by avonmom: first aid for seizures?
OK…my husband is epileptic and I am trained in first aid. I was at Costco today and some man had a grand mal seizure in the middle of of one of the isles. He did not hit his head, as his son caught him and laid him down gently. I tried to tell all the gawkers that all they had to do while waiting for the paramedics to get there was to turn him on his side in the recovery position. SOme old german lady ( a stranger to the victim) kept buggin everybody about why they did not shove something in his mouth so he did not swallow his tongue. And everyone was freaked out when he stopped thrashing and started “snoring” for lack of a better word. They insisted that he needed oxygen ( none was available anyway).

My question is for those with training, not medical wannabees…other than turning the victim on his side and keeping him from hurting himself on foriegn objects, what should be done? my training is to call for help and just stay with the victim until medical help arrives.
he was turning a really ugly shade of purple, but I figured the snoring was his way of clearing his airway. My husband occasionally does the “snore” in the postictal state, so I knew that it was normal. By the time the paramedics got there he was breathing and looking pink.
…a personal friend : I can see why you are a FORMER rescue worker. How the heck are you supposed to turn someone on thier belly while they are jerking thier head AND with arms and legs jerking? And why the hell does he need a blanket? he was seizing, not suffering from hypothermia. answers like yours are why I specifically said “no medical wannabes”

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Answer by Sandy Sandals
No, just turn them on their side and make sure they don’t hit anything. People can’t swallow their tongue when they have a seizure, that’s a wives tale. The tongue is firmly attached. They may bite their tongue, but inserting a foreign object into their mouth poses a greater choking risk. Post seizure (the post ictal state) a patient may snore because they are sleeping. Oxygen would be nice but not necessary, as long as the patient is breathing adequately.

If a patient is known to have a history of seizures it’s not necessary to call for medical transport unless the seizure does not stop or is immediately followed by another one.

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JONAS – FIRST KISS, Nick’s WILD SIDE, SNORING!

Alan — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 18:46:24 +0000

Watch this juicy interview clip of the Jonas Brothers taking about snoring, singing in the shower, Nick’s wild side, when they had their first kiss and MORE! Go to popstaronline.com and myspace.com/popstaronline for extra deets!

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Blood shot eyes please help me first day of school today..?

Alan — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 01:18:30 +0000

My brother <<—the dumbass
decided to snore yesterday night I couldn’t get any sleep.
Now my eyes look horrid.
Are their any quick remedies?

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