I know there is a thread in here someplace, that talks about this subject, but damned if I can find it.
I guess I'll repeat it with this thread.
I had a doubly educating evening when I attended a scheduled seismology lecture by a noted geophysicist, tonight. The lecture was very good of course, but the unscheduled lesson was perhaps more reinforcing, so I thought I'd share with my Pixie family.
(Fortunately,) it was at almost the completion of the presentation, that I heard a distinct gargling-gagging and then a pretty loud gasp. A man sitting near the end of the second row behind me had his head thrown back just as another fellow was standing and moving over to him. I began to move from my seat toward him, along with the instant appearance of a half dozen others. I heard the third man that had crossed the isle saying "sir….. sir, ………..
call a doctor", as he held his arm and tilted his head forward. The call from many people "we need a doctor here" became loud enough for the lecturer to stop and the heads of the entire auditorium to turn.
The three of us lifted the man and laid him in the isle. In a matter of seconds, a fellow in jeans and a yellow stripped rugby shirt stepped up saying "I'm a medical doctor". I stepped back into the close ring of others and the rest of my participation was observation only. "Call 911" was said in a calm voice and I could hear it being repeated in the same tone as it passed to the back of the auditorium. Soon a couple of the museum staff that I knew appeared and one was handed the ill mans' cell phone. He flipped it open and after a few seconds put it to his ear and started making his way back through the dozen or so standing people.
In exactly 14 minutes (I had noted the time
) that seemed much longer, three EMS uniformed men were coming down the isle and began taking vitals with a bag full of instruments and talking to the doctor. In a few minutes the stretcher was loaded with the man that now appeared conscious and confused.
As the remaining people drifted out of the auditorium, I asked the staffer if he had been able to contact anybody. "Yes!
He had his ICE number at the top of his phonebook and I contacted his wife. She's taking to the doctor now." It turns out the man was himself was a 67 year old, medical doctor, a rheumatologists.
The second lesson tonight was that the "ICE" (In Case of Emergency) phone number WORKS!
One of our people has mentioned this before and gave us the advice to put some ICE numbers in our cell phones. Seeing it actually 'work' tonight made doing this not seem so over the top. My own experience with this is to use consecutive numbers in front of the "ICE", a first name, and relationship ('son', 'daugh', 'friend') in parentheses behind it. Our cell phones will always list numbers ahead of letters (as SHOULD be
) and place these contacts at the very top of your phonebook.
When somebody finds you or one of your kids, it's good to know they may be able to contact somebody that would want to know.
(sounds even better to me tonight)
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