mattp: (Default)
those people have so little, and yet I have so much. I know that (even if I could afford it) giving huge donations wouldn't necessarily help; they need time, resources, car and attention. Things that society seems so bad at giving. I feel guilty for having so much and being able to do so little.

One guy came here from abroad (he'd emigrated a few years prior) to give Christmas presents to his kids. On the way to catch up with mates he'd been mugged - with everything taken including his return flight, documents and the money he'd use to live on whilst here. As a result he's been stranded in this country. He was in hospital for 2.5 months and now walks with a stick.

Another guy, whose story I don't know, is conversational in several languages (English, Norwegian, German, French, Polish, Spanish, Italian and an Indian language that I forget). Such talent goes to waste. Society fails him too.

I cried on the train home.

999

Jan. 22nd, 2006 02:38 am
mattp: (moominion)
On my way out this evening, at about 50 yds North of Holloway Rd Tube station, I was a bystander when a guy came off his bike. He either fell or was knocked off by a passing vehicle. (I didn't see which; it was the noise which alerted me). Several vehicles drove on :-( I walked out into the road to check how he was doing and thankfully at that point a driver of a big van pulled into the inside lane where the cyclist was to offer a more visible blokade than me crouching down and a bloke-bicycle pile.

When I first approached him he was entirely out cold - GCS in single digits (5 or so). As I continued to speak to him, he started murmuring but not really intellibly. After what seemed like minutes but was probably only a few seconds he came around more and was able to sit up and respond a little. He had blood coming off his right ear. At that point (with the driver having joined us) I called for an ambulance.

He was clearly coming round quickly because he got himself to his feet unaided which seemed to be a good sign. He sat himself down on the pavement and the other driver moved his bike out the way. I started checking his well being - the blood from his ear had thankfully stopped, his shoulder and legs were a little grazed so thankfully his injuries were only superficial. That said, I was slightly concerned that not only had he lost consciousness but also that his helmet showed signs of damage. That means he probably hit his head quite hard.

He was conscious but had slight amnesia as he couldn't remember the address to where he was cycling. He had felt dizzy but that had gone. He had no tinnitus, wasn't feeling nausuea, too hot or cold and his pulse was fine. (Well, rapid and strong, but that'd be the adrenaline. I was more worried about shock).

After a few minutes the ambulance came and I passed on the details of his condition. Surprisingly the LAS despatcher didn't ask for my contact details, though as the operater put my call through to him she did read my number back. I therefore decided to give my details to the ambulance person, checked that they were happy for me to head off and I was on my way.

As I was walking to the tube I felt a wave of nausea come over me. I was fine though - I just sat in a daze on the tube and headed over to the cafe to meet [livejournal.com profile] cryx, [livejournal.com profile] softfruit and [livejournal.com profile] angeoverhere.

I guess somewhere along the line I learned to cope in a crisis. I don't think I would've been able to be so calm and collect 3 years ago.

holy shit

Oct. 2nd, 2001 07:40 am
mattp: (Default)
I was spodding in easyEverything after my shift finished when a girl behind me collapsed. She looked about 20 years old. She'd overdosed on paracetamol - about 20 or so. We could'nt get any form of repsonse from her, not even a murmur. We looked through her things to find a name.

I put her things in a bag, keeping the pills separate to make it easier for the medics to see the packaging.

The ambulanced was called and her breathing got more and more shallow. She started trembling just as the paramedic walked in. It felt like an hour waiting for him to appear.

SHe started to recover quite quicklly - she puked it all up and cried a bit, but still wouldn't open her eyes. Eventually another paramedic arrived with a stretcher and she was carried off.

Here's a quote from UNaXcess (a talker system I'm on)

Message: Here-And-Now/469769+ (55th/57) at 08:28, Tue 02/10
From: nayfnu to lunar
Subject: easySpod
In-Reply-To: 469767, 469766, 469763
All-Replies: 2

Hope you're OK...
--
Replied-to-by: lunar (469773)

B201:44 [Here-And-Now]: N

Message: Here-And-Now/469773+ (56th/57) at 08:30, Tue 02/10
From: lunar to nayfnu
Subject: easySpod
In-Reply-To: 469769, 469767, 469766... (1 more)
All-Replies: 1

Worried. Shocked. Unobservant (for not seeing about 6 packs of paracetamol on the counter next to me).
--
Replied-to-by: nayfnu (469774)

B201:44 [Here-And-Now]: N

Message: Here-And-Now/469774+ (57th/57) at 08:31, Tue 02/10
From: nayfnu to lunar
Subject: easySpod
In-Reply-To: 469773, 469769, 469767... (2 more)

*hug*

> Unobservant

Hey, don't beat yourself up about it. There was prolly nothing you could have done. Make sure you take things easy for a bit.

B201:44 [Here-And-Now]: N

Thanks, nayfnu.
(I'm lunar btw, in case it wasn't obvious ;-)

I'm still shaking, though part of that will be the excess of caffeine I've consumed over the past few hours :-/

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