...Meaning, without what he/she did, you would have 100% certainly have died?
Long stories and short stories are welcome.
I'll go first; when I lived in an apartment with my brother, I had a nightmare and sleep walked.
I broke the window out of my room.
My arm hurt so I went into the bathroom and turned on the light...
As my arm had slid down the broken part of the window it cut my brachial artery completely in two.
Squirting blood on the mirror, I grabbed it with my hand to apply 'direct-pressure'.
It did nothing but turn the stream into 3 fan-shaped streams.
Brother rushed me to the hospital and I arrived at the ER, 2-quarts (4 units) low of blood.
Still barely conscious, the nurse was trying to measure my BP on the other arm and the Dr asked her what it was...
She whispered back to him: "I can't get a pulse!"
I overheard and said: "I promise you, I got one!!".
Shortly after that, I discovered that it is possible for them to 'shotgun' a unit (pint) of whole blood into you in less than a minute...
They hang the bag from a pole, wrap a blood-pressure cuff around it and the pole, and pump the bulb like crazy.
They shot 3 units into me and wheeled me into surgery to splice the artery back together and reroute my funny-bone nerve on top of my elbow to splice it back together. And staple everything back together with 77 metal staples, (yes when it was time for them to come out, I asked for them so I could count them).
The day after the surgery the Dr told me that my body could make up the 4th unit of blood.
Without his quick thinking and fast work, I would have died in that ER.
Is there a doctor out there that you owe your life to?
Long stories and short stories are welcome.
I'll go first; when I lived in an apartment with my brother, I had a nightmare and sleep walked.
I broke the window out of my room.
My arm hurt so I went into the bathroom and turned on the light...
As my arm had slid down the broken part of the window it cut my brachial artery completely in two.
Squirting blood on the mirror, I grabbed it with my hand to apply 'direct-pressure'.
It did nothing but turn the stream into 3 fan-shaped streams.
Brother rushed me to the hospital and I arrived at the ER, 2-quarts (4 units) low of blood.
Still barely conscious, the nurse was trying to measure my BP on the other arm and the Dr asked her what it was...
She whispered back to him: "I can't get a pulse!"
I overheard and said: "I promise you, I got one!!".
Shortly after that, I discovered that it is possible for them to 'shotgun' a unit (pint) of whole blood into you in less than a minute...
They hang the bag from a pole, wrap a blood-pressure cuff around it and the pole, and pump the bulb like crazy.
They shot 3 units into me and wheeled me into surgery to splice the artery back together and reroute my funny-bone nerve on top of my elbow to splice it back together. And staple everything back together with 77 metal staples, (yes when it was time for them to come out, I asked for them so I could count them).
The day after the surgery the Dr told me that my body could make up the 4th unit of blood.
Without his quick thinking and fast work, I would have died in that ER.
Is there a doctor out there that you owe your life to?
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