Fun fact. I slashed my wrist with a broken bottle at a party once. Had someone call an ambulance. They said nothing major hit. Wrapped me up. Asked if I wanted a ride.
I said no cause it’s dumb money. Then I asked how to pay them. They said they only charge for rides. It blew my mind. My potentially life saving call didn’t cost me anything. (Its over $1,000 for an ambulance ride).
I told them I’m good now and got a ride to the ER. Expensive stitches after waiting for hours. I should’ve taken off the bandage and walked in dripping blood.
It blows my mind that calling an ambulance could ever cost money.
When you need an ambulance, seconds could mean the difference between life and death.
Putting a decision in front of it that could financially ruin you or the person you’re helping is absolutely bonkers.Yep. I was 20 years old nearly living check to check. A medical bill of $1,000+ on top of the hundreds for the ER would’ve stung bad.
“I call a cab 'cause a cab will come quicker.” - Flavor Flav
“I SAVED YOUR LIFE !”
“You ruined my death”
Incredible
is that a quote from somewhere cause i swear it sounds familiar
Incredibles
Look at mr worldwide here speaking French
First responder here. The DNR doesn’t mean a damn thing until it is literally in your hands. Until that time you respond as though there is no DNR. If you’re wrong and they did have one but just didn’t have it on hand then you accidentally save someones life, you’re still legally in the clear, and I guess they can just die sometime later. But if the DNR turns out not to be real/legitimate and you didn’t act just because you were told there was one then you just killed someone and you’re completly fucked.
If you have a family member that has a DNR then be damn sure everyone knows where that thing is because unless you have it physically there when they are dieing then it doesn’t mean anything.
Of course in places like nursing homes there is a different procedure. They know who has one on file and they will usually tell dispatch about it before the ambulance is even sent. But if it happens just in your home or someplace then the ambulance crew can’t just take your word for it; they need the document in hand.
i asked my first aid instructor about DNR and he responded with a very firm “you didn’t see it”.
Only medical professionals are bound by a DNR for a good reason.
I was gonna call this cap because CPR that long after collapse has infinitesimally small odds, but I looked it up and turns out I’m wrong. CPR anyone you see down!
Only a fifth of people survive a heart attack?!
Survival rates of a heart attack are upwards of 90% from what I can find online. There are certain types where the survival rate for that type alone is much lower though.
Shit. Which thing on the Internet we’ve read, do we believe?
Man, fuck all the heroes in this thread.
I’d 100% fuck with some neighbor asshole who resuscitated me into a life with a whole rack of broken ribs on top of all the other problems
Then get a fucking tattoo on your forehead saying Do Not Resuscitate.
Otherwise I’m going to assume you want to live, like 99.9% of humanity when they need CPR.
An honest, actual recovery with CPR is less than half of that 3% ‘success’ rate that gets bandied about. A true, ‘this person actually healed up and had a life afterwards’ recovery is less than half a percent.
It’s freak accidents that happen to young people. Like 45 or younger.
Most people getting CPR are medically fragile already-hence the fucking heart stoppage-and foisting a chestful of broken ribs on top of whatever chronic ailments they already have does nothing but extend their suffering.
19.9% if started immediately
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As you put it in your other comment: “ignorant cunt”
Stay the fuck away from me, and anyone you see having a medical emergency
Oh no, broken ribs. Those famously can never be healed
How many comorbidities do you have
It’s on you for not telling anyone your intentions. Your decision. Your responsibility to make sure it’s adhered to. So start with informing people. Don’t get shocked that no one understands what you want without you telling them first. Own yourself.
And how, precisely, am I supposed to tell random fucking jackoffs like in the story?
None of you fucks even know what a DNR is, means, what it looks like, and not a single one of you cunts could be expected to uphold it even if you were told.
You don’t get a special bracelet. This isn’t the ‘life alert’ infomercial. Tattoos mean absolutely nothing to medical professionals.
You literally have to have a DNR on file, active, in your county of residence, and they have to look it up. Which will not happen until you’re already admitted.
And if you get sent to a hospital in a different county? Because you’re visiting family or something? You’re fucked. You’re on a machine, keeping you alive. As long as your shitty relatives feel like it.
I have no desire to die incoherent in a hospital with no concept of what’s going on other than everything is uncomfortable. And with the united state’s version of healthcare, I will have to make sure I die somewhere else.
When I die, it isn’t fucking about you
They aren’t random people. This was a neighbour. Tell your neighbours. They are right fucking there. Frankly you are the person you should be most mad at for being in your own way for this one. failing to not only get to know who Lives around you but also tell someone who’s not even a mile away from you you absolute Psychopath. That’s on you. You’re a fucking grown up. That’s entirely on you. Slip on your big person pants and get to work at owning your decisions by TELLING PEOPLE. Stop just sitting on what you feel is ‘valued information’ the moment you get it. They aren’t fucking psychics.
I don’t really understand DNR. Why not get medically assisted suicide? Or heck, just end your own life?
Seems better than dying a painful, gradual death as your organs shut down from cancer or something.
Because you aren’t allowed medically assisted suicide. The democratic government mandates a rough and tough death for you, because a merciful death is too awful for a fucking voter to think any more on than " Oh no, no death please. I don’t want to talk about this anymore, go away or I call the police."
