Btw,yes I live in Houston and yes Freebirds kick ass.
[quote]Totenkopf wrote:
Btw,yes I live in Houston and yes Freebirds kick ass. [/quote]
QFT I’m from Austin and I would have freebirds weekly in high school. Its getting more commercialized which I dislike but whatever
hm. first time i saw someone die i was 16.
I was working the front desk and a lady comes running out of the cardio room and shouts, “help, there’s a man on the floor!” i run in and sure enough, an older male, around 65 years of age is on the ground, eyes glazing over, head turning purple.
there wasn’t much anybody could do. the coroner (who goes to this gym) later told me he had a massive heart attack, to the point where any sort of CPR was useless.
was it traumatizing? i don’t know. i’m 19 now and i’m still not really sure how i feel about it.
[quote]lanchefan1 wrote:
[quote]belligerent wrote:
Never seen one thank God. Years ago somebody posted the Cory Bergh video on here and I was dumb enough to click on it and watch it. Big mistake.
Do emergency personnel eventaully become desentitized to the sight of gore? [/quote]
It does start to lose some of it’s initial shock value. Your mind starts to focus on what needs to be done to stabilize or save a life.
We all deal with the event after, some talk, others internalize, and the rest deal in other ways.[/quote]
My neigbhor has been a paramedic for twenty years and he told me the toughest ones to shake off are the ones involving kids. Especially if you have any.
Fortunately the only fatalities I’ve witnessed have been in Mortal Kombat.
[quote]WormwoodTheory wrote:
hm. first time i saw someone die i was 16.
I was working the front desk and a lady comes running out of the cardio room and shouts, “help, there’s a man on the floor!” i run in and sure enough, an older male, around 65 years of age is on the ground, eyes glazing over, head turning purple.
there wasn’t much anybody could do. the coroner (who goes to this gym) later told me he had a massive heart attack, to the point where any sort of CPR was useless.
was it traumatizing? i don’t know. i’m 19 now and i’m still not really sure how i feel about it.[/quote]
You’re traumatized about a 65 year old man having a heart attack and dieing?
Geez man, you’re gonna have a tough life if that’s all it takes.
I don’t mean to break it to you, but people die.
[quote]DOHCrazy wrote:
[quote]WormwoodTheory wrote:
hm. first time i saw someone die i was 16.
I was working the front desk and a lady comes running out of the cardio room and shouts, “help, there’s a man on the floor!” i run in and sure enough, an older male, around 65 years of age is on the ground, eyes glazing over, head turning purple.
there wasn’t much anybody could do. the coroner (who goes to this gym) later told me he had a massive heart attack, to the point where any sort of CPR was useless.
was it traumatizing? i don’t know. i’m 19 now and i’m still not really sure how i feel about it.[/quote]
You’re traumatized about a 65 year old man having a heart attack and dieing?
Geez man, you’re gonna have a tough life if that’s all it takes.
I don’t mean to break it to you, but people die.
[/quote]
well yeah, they do die. but usually not in the middle of a crowded gym while i’m the only one on duty.
for all i knew at the time, that man was still alive and dying because no one there knew CPR.
[quote]WormwoodTheory wrote:
[quote]DOHCrazy wrote:
[quote]WormwoodTheory wrote:
hm. first time i saw someone die i was 16.
I was working the front desk and a lady comes running out of the cardio room and shouts, “help, there’s a man on the floor!” i run in and sure enough, an older male, around 65 years of age is on the ground, eyes glazing over, head turning purple.
there wasn’t much anybody could do. the coroner (who goes to this gym) later told me he had a massive heart attack, to the point where any sort of CPR was useless.
was it traumatizing? i don’t know. i’m 19 now and i’m still not really sure how i feel about it.[/quote]
You’re traumatized about a 65 year old man having a heart attack and dieing?
Geez man, you’re gonna have a tough life if that’s all it takes.
I don’t mean to break it to you, but people die.
[/quote]
well yeah, they do die. but usually not in the middle of a crowded gym while i’m the only one on duty.
for all i knew at the time, that man was still alive and dying because no one there knew CPR.[/quote]
It was probably your fault.
[quote]bond james bond wrote:
[quote]lanchefan1 wrote:
[quote]belligerent wrote:
Never seen one thank God. Years ago somebody posted the Cory Bergh video on here and I was dumb enough to click on it and watch it. Big mistake.
Do emergency personnel eventaully become desentitized to the sight of gore? [/quote]
It does start to lose some of it’s initial shock value. Your mind starts to focus on what needs to be done to stabilize or save a life.
We all deal with the event after, some talk, others internalize, and the rest deal in other ways.[/quote]
My neigbhor has been a paramedic for twenty years and he told me the toughest ones to shake off are the ones involving kids. Especially if you have any.
[/quote]
Definately anything with kids is tough. Especially when they are the same age as your own.
[quote]DOHCrazy wrote:
[quote]WormwoodTheory wrote:
[quote]DOHCrazy wrote:
[quote]WormwoodTheory wrote:
hm. first time i saw someone die i was 16.
I was working the front desk and a lady comes running out of the cardio room and shouts, “help, there’s a man on the floor!” i run in and sure enough, an older male, around 65 years of age is on the ground, eyes glazing over, head turning purple.
there wasn’t much anybody could do. the coroner (who goes to this gym) later told me he had a massive heart attack, to the point where any sort of CPR was useless.
was it traumatizing? i don’t know. i’m 19 now and i’m still not really sure how i feel about it.[/quote]
You’re traumatized about a 65 year old man having a heart attack and dieing?
Geez man, you’re gonna have a tough life if that’s all it takes.
I don’t mean to break it to you, but people die.
[/quote]
well yeah, they do die. but usually not in the middle of a crowded gym while i’m the only one on duty.
for all i knew at the time, that man was still alive and dying because no one there knew CPR.[/quote]
It was probably your fault.
[/quote]
yeah i know
guzzles whiskey
[quote]DOHCrazy wrote:
[quote]WormwoodTheory wrote:
hm. first time i saw someone die i was 16.
I was working the front desk and a lady comes running out of the cardio room and shouts, “help, there’s a man on the floor!” i run in and sure enough, an older male, around 65 years of age is on the ground, eyes glazing over, head turning purple.
there wasn’t much anybody could do. the coroner (who goes to this gym) later told me he had a massive heart attack, to the point where any sort of CPR was useless.
was it traumatizing? i don’t know. i’m 19 now and i’m still not really sure how i feel about it.[/quote]
You’re traumatized about a 65 year old man having a heart attack and dieing?
Geez man, you’re gonna have a tough life if that’s all it takes.
I don’t mean to break it to you, but people die.
[/quote]
A.) The kid was 16 years old. How many kids that age can just blow something like that off? Not very many, i’m sure.
B.) He didn’t say he was traumatized. It obviously made an impression on him, which is NORMAL.
Well, as it has been mentioned shock value tends to go down with time.
I would tend to say that it goes away for most in the medical field faster than you would expect. This would be especially true for people who are exposed to it on a regular basis. ER and ICU staff tend to be the most exposed within the hospital setting but death, expected and unexpected, is a frequent event within general hospitalized population.
Whether it is because we see so much of it or that we have a job to do and that thinking that the patient is a person, a human being which is going through something atrocious or life-threatening is too distracting or simply because most of the time that you are on-call you are so tired you do not feel anything beyond wanting to go back to lay down and sleep (which I never thought could happen before I experienced it). Interestingly, these -dying biological machines- I work on to save/bring back in the acute setting only really become -real people- when I meet their family either to discuss prognosis, cessation of treatment or death because at that point at that point the immediate life-threatening situation is either terminated (improving or death), stabilized or sufficiently advanced that discussion for continuation or cessation of treatment is acutely important.
It is funny are we are made. I remember the first cadaver I saw at 6yo (my dad has been a GP and coroner for as long as I can remember, so I have helped him around and the funeral crews who pick up the bodies before and during my medical training, I have done my share of picking up or un-hooking cadavers and doing physical exam on natural death scenes, suicide scenes, car accidents, removing millions of maggots and insects from putrefying cadavers and so forth). I remember the first person I saw die before me prior to medical training but after that I do not remember the first pronouncement of death I did as a doctor and I do not remember the first patient for which I ordered the cessation of cardiopulmonary resuscitation manoeuvres which are events you would think you would remember.
Children are always the hardest to get over I think. My mom tells me of night more then twenty years back when my father came home from a scene where four children and a teenager had burned to death because of a stupid kitchen fire. He came in, did not say a word to my mother and went in my room where I was sleeping and hugged me and fell asleep holding me.
A great many things are too easy to forget, too many memories fade away that should not. But other things stay engraved in your mind much longer than you would expect.
One event that still makes me fight back tears many years later is a discussion me and my attending had on a Friday afternoon with a terminally ill 22 year-old bone cancer patient (and her family) in near constant, difficult to control pain, which I saw, spoke to and examined everyday for a month on the ward, whose only wish was to go home in the end to be with her family and friends who had come from abroad to say goodbye so she could die at home, in a happy place, surrounded by loved ones.
She understood very well that the end was near but her family could not bear seeing her at home because she would start bleeding on and off and required frequent platelet transfusions (even though in the end they had become ineffective (she had developed antibodies) after so many transfusions) and her parents could not stand the notion of seeing here bleed at home and not being able to do anything about it.
I remember standing there as my attending was telling her that she was too sick to go home (so as to spare her the fact that her family could not stand seeing her at home). But I think she understood it or knew it anyway.
I was heartbroken and trying to remain stoic and professional in front of something I found unthinkable, I remember thinking: We are telling this young girl who has been so brave, so resilient, so selfless who spent the last months of her life in ever growing pain in a small, drab, dark hospital room, breathless because of ever accumulating water in her lungs, that she cannot go home again, that we are denying her her last simple wishes and that she will die in that same little dark hospital room. The look on her face as my attending spoke made it difficult for me to breathe.
I wanted to shout to her parents: -You can only die once. Once it is done, you cannot come back and do it right the next time. At least give her that…- But I could not say that. Who am I to tell parents who are seeing their child slowly dying that they should just suck it up when they know they cannot do it and know that they will regret this for the rest of their lives?
After we got out of the room I felt empty and numb. I finished the day in a dazed, absent state and when I got home I did not know what to do with myself. I walked around in my apartment for a few hours sitting down than getting up every so often, turning on and off the TV every few minutes, picking up the phone and putting it back down, feeling that I should tell someone, say something, but every time realizing that there was nothing to be said, that it would not change anything. Nothing felt right.
I did not sleep that night until the morning and could not do anything or feel anything until the next Monday. Luckily I was not on call that weekend but Monday came other people were sick.
She passed away a few weeks later in that dark little room, her parents by her side with pictures of her friends and family plastered all over.
She was not three years younger than me.
What can you say when you hear a young 32 year-old woman going into irreversible respiratory failure shouting with her last breaths: -I don t want to die. Mom, please, I don t want to die.-
As I write this I still experience that sadness and emptiness. It is not cathartic. There is no right answer to this. It just -is-.
Death, blood, gore and cadavers are things that were, they do not exist anymore but I think that disease and pain and observing a personâ??s loved ones seeing their lives being torn apart by the death of that person mark you very deeply and for a long time, for you see it, you experience it, you live it.
Helplessness before death and pain remains unbearable. You can work around it, postpone it, block it for a while but it remains there, unadulterated. At least it does for me.
AlexH.
[quote]Dandalex wrote:
Well, as it has been mentioned shock value tends to go down with time.
I would tend to say that it goes away for most in the medical field faster than you would expect. This would be especially true for people who are exposed to it on a regular basis. ER and ICU staff tend to be the most exposed within the hospital setting but death, expected and unexpected, is a frequent event within general hospitalized population.
Whether it is because we see so much of it or that we have a job to do and that thinking that the patient is a person, a human being which is going through something atrocious or life-threatening is too distracting or simply because most of the time that you are on-call you are so tired you do not feel anything beyond wanting to go back to lay down and sleep (which I never thought could happen before I experienced it). Interestingly, these -dying biological machines- I work on to save/bring back in the acute setting only really become -real people- when I meet their family either to discuss prognosis, cessation of treatment or death because at that point at that point the immediate life-threatening situation is either terminated (improving or death), stabilized or sufficiently advanced that discussion for continuation or cessation of treatment is acutely important.
It is funny are we are made. I remember the first cadaver I saw at 6yo (my dad has been a GP and coroner for as long as I can remember, so I have helped him around and the funeral crews who pick up the bodies before and during my medical training, I have done my share of picking up or un-hooking cadavers and doing physical exam on natural death scenes, suicide scenes, car accidents, removing millions of maggots and insects from putrefying cadavers and so forth). I remember the first person I saw die before me prior to medical training but after that I do not remember the first pronouncement of death I did as a doctor and I do not remember the first patient for which I ordered the cessation of cardiopulmonary resuscitation manoeuvres which are events you would think you would remember.
Children are always the hardest to get over I think. My mom tells me of night more then twenty years back when my father came home from a scene where four children and a teenager had burned to death because of a stupid kitchen fire. He came in, did not say a word to my mother and went in my room where I was sleeping and hugged me and fell asleep holding me.
A great many things are too easy to forget, too many memories fade away that should not. But other things stay engraved in your mind much longer than you would expect.
One event that still makes me fight back tears many years later is a discussion me and my attending had on a Friday afternoon with a terminally ill 22 year-old bone cancer patient (and her family) in near constant, difficult to control pain, which I saw, spoke to and examined everyday for a month on the ward, whose only wish was to go home in the end to be with her family and friends who had come from abroad to say goodbye so she could die at home, in a happy place, surrounded by loved ones.
She understood very well that the end was near but her family could not bear seeing her at home because she would start bleeding on and off and required frequent platelet transfusions (even though in the end they had become ineffective (she had developed antibodies) after so many transfusions) and her parents could not stand the notion of seeing here bleed at home and not being able to do anything about it.
I remember standing there as my attending was telling her that she was too sick to go home (so as to spare her the fact that her family could not stand seeing her at home). But I think she understood it or knew it anyway.
I was heartbroken and trying to remain stoic and professional in front of something I found unthinkable, I remember thinking: We are telling this young girl who has been so brave, so resilient, so selfless who spent the last months of her life in ever growing pain in a small, drab, dark hospital room, breathless because of ever accumulating water in her lungs, that she cannot go home again, that we are denying her her last simple wishes and that she will die in that same little dark hospital room. The look on her face as my attending spoke made it difficult for me to breathe.
I wanted to shout to her parents: -You can only die once. Once it is done, you cannot come back and do it right the next time. At least give her that…- But I could not say that. Who am I to tell parents who are seeing their child slowly dying that they should just suck it up when they know they cannot do it and know that they will regret this for the rest of their lives?
After we got out of the room I felt empty and numb. I finished the day in a dazed, absent state and when I got home I did not know what to do with myself. I walked around in my apartment for a few hours sitting down than getting up every so often, turning on and off the TV every few minutes, picking up the phone and putting it back down, feeling that I should tell someone, say something, but every time realizing that there was nothing to be said, that it would not change anything. Nothing felt right.
I did not sleep that night until the morning and could not do anything or feel anything until the next Monday. Luckily I was not on call that weekend but Monday came other people were sick.
She passed away a few weeks later in that dark little room, her parents by her side with pictures of her friends and family plastered all over.
She was not three years younger than me.
What can you say when you hear a young 32 year-old woman going into irreversible respiratory failure shouting with her last breaths: -I don t want to die. Mom, please, I don t want to die.-
As I write this I still experience that sadness and emptiness. It is not cathartic. There is no right answer to this. It just -is-.
Death, blood, gore and cadavers are things that were, they do not exist anymore but I think that disease and pain and observing a personâ??s loved ones seeing their lives being torn apart by the death of that person mark you very deeply and for a long time, for you see it, you experience it, you live it.
Helplessness before death and pain remains unbearable. You can work around it, postpone it, block it for a while but it remains there, unadulterated. At least it does for me.
AlexH.
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Holy fuck.
Well, nothing else needs to be said after that.
Ive never seen anyone die in front of me, the closest relatives Ive had die were an aunt I didnt know very well and my grandmother who I dont think liked me very much lol, but it was still really sad. I dont think I would handle death very well, my dads come pretty close several times but I think ive only really totally freaked one time. The others I was pretty young and didnt grasp the situation.
We are all capable of detachment and at points in our lives its health to maintain that distance but when you think about the direction things in the world are going like the SAW movies or other shit like the offended page on encyclopedia dramatic which is one long page of horrific shit like kittens in microwaves and smash up faces and bme pain olympics… you know something is so fuckin wrong. One of my friends, a girl, look down the whole page and shrugged it off… its just like a movie… but its not…its real.
The only thing that saddens me about death is the “loss” factor; the fact that I/others will never see the deceased again. In my opinion, a person becomes one with the universe upon death. Anything past that is unknown to me, but that experience sounds like the most wonderful adventure I can think of.
If I’m wrong about my personal/religious views, you just die. In which case, no big deal because every single person on this planet will die. Life begins AND ends.
[quote]imhungry wrote:
[quote]DOHCrazy wrote:
[quote]WormwoodTheory wrote:
hm. first time i saw someone die i was 16.
I was working the front desk and a lady comes running out of the cardio room and shouts, “help, there’s a man on the floor!” i run in and sure enough, an older male, around 65 years of age is on the ground, eyes glazing over, head turning purple.
there wasn’t much anybody could do. the coroner (who goes to this gym) later told me he had a massive heart attack, to the point where any sort of CPR was useless.
was it traumatizing? i don’t know. i’m 19 now and i’m still not really sure how i feel about it.[/quote]
You’re traumatized about a 65 year old man having a heart attack and dieing?
Geez man, you’re gonna have a tough life if that’s all it takes.
I don’t mean to break it to you, but people die.
[/quote]
A.) The kid was 16 years old. How many kids that age can just blow something like that off? Not very many, i’m sure.
B.) He didn’t say he was traumatized. It obviously made an impression on him, which is NORMAL.
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To be 16 and not have a reaction something would be wrong. Even with the amount I have dealt with I still ponder it and it does affect me after the fact.
[quote]Dandalex wrote:
Summary - sad story
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COOL STORY BRO
[quote]Dandalex wrote:
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I really wish I didn’t read your post.
I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a guy get killed- he got thrown out of a bar by the bouncers and slammed his head on the concrete… big pool of blood spread out behind his head, and he wasn’t moving. I’m not sure how it ended up, but I truly thought he was dead. If he’s not I’m surpised.
And while I am in no way comparing it to people or some of the scenes written about here, I have held two of my dogs while they died. It is remarkable to see something so full of life, with such a distinct personality, that you’ve had for so long, and watch the life slip out of their body. It is a heartbreaking thing.
And that, my friends, is why we drink.
If anything, all these stories and thoughts give me a bigger kick in the ass to not waste time in my life and to cherish those I love. Anyone at any time can be touched with the grim hands death.