My Cardiac Arrest

[nighthawk 0]

I am on the floor. My face is resting on the carpet and my eyes are wide open. I cannot move or talk and

I feel someone has turned my body over on my back. I hear a man tell someone to check my heart beat.

A lovely lady nurse gets on her knees and gently presses a stethoscope over my heart and moves it

up and down, side to side while staring straight into my opened eyes. I can see her hazel eyes close to my

face and can see the other male nurse attendants.

“This man has no heart beat but his lungs seem strong, he is dying quickly” the lady nurse says to the

others around me.

“I AM NOT DYING!” I wanted to shout out, but words would not come out from my mouth. I could see

everything that the paramedics were doing. They were arranging the sheet and straps to the gurney that

would be used to wheel me into the ambulance. Both men kept looking straight into my eyes from where

they stood, as if waiting for me to sit up on the carpet.

“Get the electrical current ready in there!” the lady nurse said into her hand held radio to the paramedics

who were already inside the ambulance. I saw the light post as soon as I was pushed out of my house and

wheeled on my back towards the waiting ambulance. The glare of the lamp post light burned into my eyes

and I tried to close them, but couldn`t. The next thing I felt was a powerful jolt of electric current run into

my chest, sending my body upwards and falling flat on my back, my eyes wide open. The lady nurse bent

down over me and pressed her open mouth on mine holding my nose tightly sending air harshly into

my throat while her clenched hand banged upon my chest. She sat back on her stool and looked at my eyes

and I could see the glistening of her perspired forehead as she moved to the small window inside the back

of the ambulance. “Call in ready for O.R. emergency, cardiac arrest!” the lady nurse instructed the driver.

“This man is dead”, a paramedic said to the lady nurse. “He has no pulse whatsoever”, he insisted.

“His lungs are strong, let`s wait for the professional opinion of the heart surgeon at O.R.” replied the lady.

“GODDAMN I AIN`T DEAD YOU IDIOTS!” I wanted to shout out at them, to no avail.

The bright lights at St. Mary`s Hospital hallways sent stinging hot flashes into my eyes as the running

paramedics rush me into the operating room. A large beaming light glare is coming down on my face as

soon as I am rolled over from the gurney onto the operating table. Green gowned people circled around me

by the table and all wore the same green caps on their heads. A man, presumptively the lead heart surgeon

is holding a huge syringe tube with a needle attachment that he will use on me. As if plunging a dagger into

my heart, the surgeon jabs the needle deep into my chest. I feel a light sting, like an itch on my chest.

The surgeon pulls the needle out of my chest and examines the contents that he sucked out of my heart.

He gently shakes the tube sideways and announce to those around him: “Cardiac Arrest, warm, prepare

patient for immediate Laparoscopic surgery”.

“Doctor Lapar, I think that a quick reminder for these new attendants in O.R. will speed the process” said

a surgeon to the doctor who ordered the surgery.

“Of course”, agreed Dr. Lapar

“This patient suffered a cardiac arrest. His blood appears to still be warm and it must be rapidly cooled

with a highly fluid mixture of small, smooth ice particles suspended in saline solution. The cooling will

delay his death, and gives us time to revive him”, the doctor went over his instructions to his assistants.

My eyes are transfixed on the face of the lead surgeon as he keeps talking to his assistants.

In this procedure, the Doctor said, “ the slurry will be delivered into the lungs and other organs, which are

still warm, such as the stomach, which are used as in body-heat exchanges to cool the surrounding blood.

Some of you will perform chest compressions to circulate the cool blood, allowing it to reach the brain and

preserve brain cells. The ice slurry melts in the body. I will do the rest”, the lead surgeon said.

I cannot feel the rough hands tug my body on its side, but I can see the green gown come close to my left

side and jab me with a large needle. I hear the surgeon emit a sarcastic laugh, as he tells the others around

him: “We will freeze him for a while, but I must cut him up and go in. He is going real fast.”

My outer body is without any sense of feeling, but my inner organs are beginning to feel real cold. The

surgeon looks into my eyes and wants to know if I am still with him, “Do you hear me?” he want to know.

With no response from me, he tells his assistance to wheel in the cutting tools of his trade, as I see the

table being moved right next to me. I see the scalpels, pliers and hammers and the surgery tools that will

be used to cut me up.

A large stainless steel spittoon-looking container is placed on top of the table. My heart will be placed in

the container once it is cut out of my chest. The heart will be massaged and restarted and inserted once

again into my chest. While an assistant continues to pump saline solutions into my lungs and stomach, my

outer body is now freezing cold, I am shivering and wondering why no one is noticing. No one is noticing

that I am not dead!

I can now feel. I feel the scalpel of the surgeon slice a large gash across my chest. My blood spurts out and

immediately forms a pool of my inner organs and I am now screaming in horror. The assistants keep pumping

the cooling solutions into my stomach and lungs and I am so cold, my body is freezing and I can

not stand the cold any longer. The lead surgeon is now laughing in a eerie diabolic spirit and shouting, “I

AM THE HEART SURGEON FOR THE POOR!”, and keeps cutting deeper into my chest.

I COUGHED!

I am so cold. My eyes gaze at the curtains on my window and I notice that they are being blown towards me

by the cold wind coming in through the open storm window by my bed. I was on my stomach with a pillow

pressed against my chest, the thin sheet that I use to cover myself at night was ruffled on

the floor. I was freezing. I WAS DREAMING!

IT WAS A FREAKING DREAM!

I got off the bed to close the window. There is a layer of icy mildew on top of the hedges that cover my

chain link fence just a few feet from where I sleep. October weather is in Wisconsin and I should have

known better. My whole body was freezing last night causing my nightmare. Nevertheless I wish to share

my dream with all of you Visajourney sartorial forumites.

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[metta 0]

I am on the floor. My face is resting on the carpet and my eyes are wide open. I cannot move or talk and

I feel someone has turned my body over on my back. I hear a man tell someone to check my heart beat.

A lovely lady nurse gets on her knees and gently presses a stethoscope over my heart and moves it

up and down, side to side while staring straight into my opened eyes. I can see her hazel eyes close to my

face and can see the other male nurse attendants.

"This man has no heart beat but his lungs seem strong, he is dying quickly" the lady nurse says to the

others around me.

"I AM NOT DYING!" I wanted to shout out, but words would not come out from my mouth. I could see

everything that the paramedics were doing. They were arranging the sheet and straps to the gurney that

would be used to wheel me into the ambulance. Both men kept looking straight into my eyes from where

they stood, as if waiting for me to sit up on the carpet.

"Get the electrical current ready in there!" the lady nurse said into her hand held radio to the paramedics

who were already inside the ambulance. I saw the light post as soon as I was pushed out of my house and

wheeled on my back towards the waiting ambulance. The glare of the lamp post light burned into my eyes

and I tried to close them, but couldn`t. The next thing I felt was a powerful jolt of electric current run into

my chest, sending my body upwards and falling flat on my back, my eyes wide open. The lady nurse bent

down over me and pressed her open mouth on mine holding my nose tightly sending air harshly into

my throat while her clenched hand banged upon my chest. She sat back on her stool and looked at my eyes

and I could see the glistening of her perspired forehead as she moved to the small window inside the back

of the ambulance. "Call in ready for O.R. emergency, cardiac arrest!" the lady nurse instructed the driver.

"This man is dead", a paramedic said to the lady nurse. "He has no pulse whatsoever", he insisted.

"His lungs are strong, let`s wait for the professional opinion of the heart surgeon at O.R." replied the lady.

"GODDAMN I AIN`T DEAD YOU IDIOTS!" I wanted to shout out at them, to no avail.

The bright lights at St. Mary`s Hospital hallways sent stinging hot flashes into my eyes as the running

paramedics rush me into the operating room. A large beaming light glare is coming down on my face as

soon as I am rolled over from the gurney onto the operating table. Green gowned people circled around me

by the table and all wore the same green caps on their heads. A man, presumptively the lead heart surgeon

is holding a huge syringe tube with a needle attachment that he will use on me. As if plunging a dagger into

my heart, the surgeon jabs the needle deep into my chest. I feel a light sting, like an itch on my chest.

The surgeon pulls the needle out of my chest and examines the contents that he sucked out of my heart.

He gently shakes the tube sideways and announce to those around him: "Cardiac Arrest, warm, prepare

patient for immediate Laparoscopic surgery".

"Doctor Lapar, I think that a quick reminder for these new attendants in O.R. will speed the process" said

a surgeon to the doctor who ordered the surgery.

"Of course", agreed Dr. Lapar

"This patient suffered a cardiac arrest. His blood appears to still be warm and it must be rapidly cooled

with a highly fluid mixture of small, smooth ice particles suspended in saline solution. The cooling will

delay his death, and gives us time to revive him", the doctor went over his instructions to his assistants.

My eyes are transfixed on the face of the lead surgeon as he keeps talking to his assistants.

In this procedure, the Doctor said, " the slurry will be delivered into the lungs and other organs, which are

still warm, such as the stomach, which are used as in body-heat exchanges to cool the surrounding blood.

Some of you will perform chest compressions to circulate the cool blood, allowing it to reach the brain and

preserve brain cells. The ice slurry melts in the body. I will do the rest", the lead surgeon said.

I cannot feel the rough hands tug my body on its side, but I can see the green gown come close to my left

side and jab me with a large needle. I hear the surgeon emit a sarcastic laugh, as he tells the others around

him: "We will freeze him for a while, but I must cut him up and go in. He is going real fast."

My outer body is without any sense of feeling, but my inner organs are beginning to feel real cold. The

surgeon looks into my eyes and wants to know if I am still with him, "Do you hear me?" he want to know.

With no response from me, he tells his assistance to wheel in the cutting tools of his trade, as I see the

table being moved right next to me. I see the scalpels, pliers and hammers and the surgery tools that will

be used to cut me up.

A large stainless steel spittoon-looking container is placed on top of the table. My heart will be placed in

the container once it is cut out of my chest. The heart will be massaged and restarted and inserted once

again into my chest. While an assistant continues to pump saline solutions into my lungs and stomach, my

outer body is now freezing cold, I am shivering and wondering why no one is noticing. No one is noticing

that I am not dead!

I can now feel. I feel the scalpel of the surgeon slice a large gash across my chest. My blood spurts out and

immediately forms a pool of my inner organs and I am now screaming in horror. The assistants keep pumping

the cooling solutions into my stomach and lungs and I am so cold, my body is freezing and I can

not stand the cold any longer. The lead surgeon is now laughing in a eerie diabolic spirit and shouting, "I

AM THE HEART SURGEON FOR THE POOR!", and keeps cutting deeper into my chest.

I COUGHED!

I am so cold. My eyes gaze at the curtains on my window and I notice that they are being blown towards me

by the cold wind coming in through the open storm window by my bed. I was on my stomach with a pillow

pressed against my chest, the thin sheet that I use to cover myself at night was ruffled on

the floor. I was freezing. I WAS DREAMING!

IT WAS A FREAKING DREAM!

I got off the bed to close the window. There is a layer of icy mildew on top of the hedges that cover my

chain link fence just a few feet from where I sleep. October weather is in Wisconsin and I should have

known better. My whole body was freezing last night causing my nightmare. Nevertheless I wish to share

my dream with all of you Visajourney sartorial forumites.

Take a baby aspirin every morning..