I flew back from the US on Saturday. After getting a bus from Heathrow to Kingston near my home I came across a man collapsed in the street. I wasn't the first on the scene as there were already two women and another man there. One of the women had seen him collapse a few minutes earlier, then hit his head on a nearby tree as he went down. The other woman was on the phone to 999 who asked us to move him onto his back with his head back. I was a bit surprised and asked them to confirm again as I thought we should get him into the recovery position. But they confirmed on his back. So the other guy and I did so at their request. I talked to him in case he could hear us, reassuring him that help was on the way and we were there for him.
He was breathing shallowly at first, eyes wide open staring straight up, but after a few minutes stopped breathing completely. The way he was initially breathing reminded me of the last few breaths that my mum took. We checked for a pulse and breathing... nothing. So the person on the end of the 999 phone told us how to start chest compressions (I have done first aid training - many years ago - so had a very basic understanding of what was needed). The other guy and I took it in turns for about 15 mins while a paramedic on a cycle arrived. Shortly after that an ambulance arrived and they worked on him on the street. We continued to help with chest compressions while they did other checks, a few injections, oxygen, etc.
Shortly after, several police arrived. At that point they took some names and asked us to leave. They had enough people to help the paramedics if needed... by then 20 mins had passed and he still wasn't breathing. I obliged and left as the poor guy (Greg) deserved all the dignity we could offer. Somewhere in the middle his sister had arrived (one of the other helpers was a neighbour to the poor man so called her). I could tell he (probably) wasn't going to make it so I had taken her aside at some point to let her know we were doing what we could and to check she really understood what might be happening and whether she wanted to see it. I obviously didn't tell her my opinion but he was completely unresponsive which she could see.
I don't know if Greg survived. I would have to assume he didn't from what I saw at the time. He looked mid to late 60's. I've held the hand of my father and my mother as they passed away in hospital so death isn't a surprise to me. I have no idea if Greg could hear us. But at least we were with him, trying to help. He wasn't alone. I hope he knows that. But I do keep thinking whether there was anything else I could have done (probably wasn't, but doesn't stop you thinking that way).
Why am I posting this? Sorry, no idea. Just getting it out there I guess. It has been on my mind all day - I hope he lived a meaningful and happy life.
He was breathing shallowly at first, eyes wide open staring straight up, but after a few minutes stopped breathing completely. The way he was initially breathing reminded me of the last few breaths that my mum took. We checked for a pulse and breathing... nothing. So the person on the end of the 999 phone told us how to start chest compressions (I have done first aid training - many years ago - so had a very basic understanding of what was needed). The other guy and I took it in turns for about 15 mins while a paramedic on a cycle arrived. Shortly after that an ambulance arrived and they worked on him on the street. We continued to help with chest compressions while they did other checks, a few injections, oxygen, etc.
Shortly after, several police arrived. At that point they took some names and asked us to leave. They had enough people to help the paramedics if needed... by then 20 mins had passed and he still wasn't breathing. I obliged and left as the poor guy (Greg) deserved all the dignity we could offer. Somewhere in the middle his sister had arrived (one of the other helpers was a neighbour to the poor man so called her). I could tell he (probably) wasn't going to make it so I had taken her aside at some point to let her know we were doing what we could and to check she really understood what might be happening and whether she wanted to see it. I obviously didn't tell her my opinion but he was completely unresponsive which she could see.
I don't know if Greg survived. I would have to assume he didn't from what I saw at the time. He looked mid to late 60's. I've held the hand of my father and my mother as they passed away in hospital so death isn't a surprise to me. I have no idea if Greg could hear us. But at least we were with him, trying to help. He wasn't alone. I hope he knows that. But I do keep thinking whether there was anything else I could have done (probably wasn't, but doesn't stop you thinking that way).
Why am I posting this? Sorry, no idea. Just getting it out there I guess. It has been on my mind all day - I hope he lived a meaningful and happy life.
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