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doing cpr for 30 minutes just because someone thinks it’s the rules is not a dignified way to die
As a First Aider I was told you continue CPR until you get a response or the Pro's take over (or until you are so exhausted you cannot continue)
Also I'm pretty sure they said it's the same for the police, paramedics etc. They cannot determine death so will continue treatment until they get to A&E. Whether that's done or not I don't know, but I did see paramedics doing CPR on a lady that had quite clearly had a huge impact with a tipper lorry she had stepped in front of, and that didn't look like it had a realistic prospect of a successful outcome 🙁
On a lighter note, I do like this one
(Hmmm, it's chopped off the bit that said 'this workplace'
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A few years ago when I worked for a financial company, we had a jogger collapse with a heart attack right outside our gates. One of the security guards with very quick thinking saw him on the CCTV,sprinted out across a huge garden and massive car park with a defibrillator and saved his life. The same guy also chased down a mugger and made a citizens arrest a few weeks later - useful bloke!
My father used to work in a steelworks and hot strip mill – deaths were almost a weekly occurrence
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This happened at another plant to the one i worked at, i can remember going to an induction there, and the foreman said going round and speaking to relatives is a really $h___y job. Something he never wants to do again.
https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2001/nov/10/wales
A long time ago I used to ride with an older bloke who was H&S at the steel plant in Port Talbot. He stopped riding when he had a pretty major nervous breakdown.
I work in social care, so yes, it happens.
They cannot determine death so will continue treatment until they get to A&E
There's an 'it depends' on that one - paramedics can call it under certain circumstances.
The aircraft continued onto the destination as planned with his wife by his side. That was a long 13 hours.
Was he in the isle seat?
A few years ago (quite a few now) one of the 16 year lads in training at the Army Foundation College at Harrogate collapsed at the end of the inter company cross country run, so was witnessed by quite literally hundreds of his fellow junior soldiers.
He had a previously undiagnosed heart condition.
Despite the best efforts of plenty of first aid trained instructors and paramedics he didn't regain consciousness.
A couple of things remain with me from that day. Firstly trying to persuade the civilian agency medic from the med centre to come out and try and save this lads life. Despite it "not being his job" he eventually saw sense after some fairly robust encouragement.
The second was attending his funeral with hundreds of his school mates.
Some of the Death in Service benefits can be quite good for some .
I think mine is 11 x my annual salary...
If that was Rab 2014 I was on that ride, just a few miles behind. Very sad.
Involvement can be very random. One incident in Glasgow was reported by a 999 call from a passenger in a car on the M8 who saw someone jump from a window on the 19th floor of a block of flats overlooking the motorway.
No need for CPR there.
A few years ago (quite a few now) one of the 16 year lads in training at the Army Foundation College at Harrogate collapsed at the end of the inter company cross country run, so was witnessed by quite literally hundreds of his fellow junior soldiers.
I was there when it was AAC Harrogate and a lad died in the changing room after PT. One of 3 in the 2 years I was there
This thread is grim but fascinating. The very definition of morbid curiosity I guess.
Was he in the isle seat?
Him and his wife were moved into First.
I had a jumper land head first next to my car as we drove up the M5. Went in like a dart then folded over backwards. The poor sod. Horrible.
I had a jumper land head first next to my car as we drove up the M5. Went in like a dart then folded over backwards. The poor sod. Horrible.
I absolutely hate seeing people standing on motorway bridges looking over at the road for that very reason - either that they'll jump or that they'll drop a brick or something onto the traffic.
One of the guys I ride with occasionally was a train driver for many years and he had a suicide. Wasn't much left of the guy when the train had come to a stop about 1.5 miles further down the track. Apparently trains doing 80-odd mph do that to a person. 🙁
Colleague died suddenly during lunch break while having a cigarette. Was later told the cause of death was related to brain complication.
This thread is grim but fascinating. The very definition of morbid curiosity I guess.
I started the thread as it occurred to me that my current employer almost certainly doesn't have a process around "death in the workplace" but, as we're a small IT company, we'd likely shut down for the day. Obviously this wouldn't be feasible in some workplaces or industries, so I was wondering what others do.
(As it happens, I work from home, and alone, apart from my dog! Not sure how long it would take to for someone to realize something's wrong if I keel over! The joys of getting old and morbid...)
on to brighter things then, there were 'rumours' that one of the young admin staff was bit lively with one of the sales people, with additional rumours that there may have been an after hours petite mort or two on the premises.
Anyone else have tales of that sort?
Anyone else have tales of that sort?
Bloke got bust in rank after getting caught having sexy time in the rear seat of an Apache with a lass whilst on exercise at Otterburn.
Seeing as others are doing stories about people nearly dying but not quite:
No-one ever died at my old job but a few of us had a go! Two had heart attacks but survived, one was shot in the chest but pulled through (security job) and another managed to collapse a lung but took themselves to hospital!
The closest one to death was my effort though. The job was collecting and delivering cash and on a Wednesday I had a regular run round Merthyr Tydfil where lunch time just happened to coincide with three collections from factory canteens. They all offered us food so the routine was to get a drink from one, a main meal the next and a desert from the third, the key was changing the order you went round the three calls every week so that you didn't take the piss and had a variety. One day in September 2009 I had managed to get a bottle of Pepsi, a roast chicken lunch and a big slice of Victoria Sponge for dessert. I parked up at my post-lunch call and started to tuck into the chicken which was absolutely lovely. Halfway through though I swallowed a bit the wrong way and it got lodged in my throat. I tried a swig of the Pepsi but that just went into my lungs and caused me to cough violently for a few seconds which had the effect of wedging the chicken in even further. By now I was really struggling to breathe so knew I had to act fast. The trouble was I was in a cash van, which is basically a Bank Vault on wheels and you can only get out by doing things a certain way. This did mean though that I had a Panic button so I pressed that, getting put through to Central Control immediately. Somehow I managed to tell them what was happening and they called an ambulance, going off the location the van's tracker was saying as I couldn't get any more words out after croaking that I was choking. By this time I was starting to get dizzy so couldn't stand up to open the rear airlock door and get out so laid down thinking I'd try again when the ambulance arrived. I'd managed to get myself into a position where I could just about get some air into my lungs but it wasn't enough to stop the dizziness and not enough to keep me conscious, time was ticking so I stayed like this until I heard the ambulance pull up and the paramedics bang on the side of the van as they had no idea how to open the door! (there is a way from outside but it takes a while and is easy to trigger the deadlock, it's designed so that anyone inside can deadlock the van well before you gain entry so is really safe, if there's no-one inside the deadlocks are on anyway) Somehow I managed to make a massive effort and let myself out, don't know how as I don't remember doing it! I do remember though stepping outside and the fresh air hitting me as I passed out, full-on narrowing of vision, loss of colour, dimming of the lights etc. I was essentially shutting down. The rest I only know from reading the notes afterwards and from what one of the staff at the next call told me a few days later:
I collapsed in a heap on the floor the second I stepped off the back of the van. My head made a horrible crack as it hit the tarmac before the paramedics could catch me. I was completely unresponsive to anything and completely blue. The paramedics sprung into action, trying to dislodge the chicken that was stuck with their fingers but no joy. They then moved onto back slaps and Heimlich manoeuvres, the notes said 5 sets of 5 each, but that didn't work either. They had no choice but to go for opening my airway up below the blockage and went to put me in the back of the ambulance and cut me open. As both of the paramedics were local rugby players they basically threw me at the rear wall of the ambulance, bouncing me off it and onto the bed. This somehow dislodged the chicken but I wasn't breathing and my pulse had now gone. They did CPR and got my heart beating again but I still wasn't breathing. It took another two minutes of the Kiss Of Life (by the bulb thing apparently) for me to take another breath! Apparently I gurgled for a few seconds before taking one deep breath then blasting out a load of mucus, remnants of Pepsi and another bit of chicken that they presumed had gone right into my lung together with a fair amount of blood. I don't remember anything about this bit until I was in the hospital and collapsed while being taken to the toilet, just dizziness but meant I was kept in for a few hours just in case. The notes said I was not breathing and unresponsive for a little over 5 minutes and that the total time from me making the call to breathing again was just over 11.
That evening I got a lift back to work to drop off my security keys and get my house key from my locker to be greeted by my Transport Manager. He said that he'd gone to get the van and was greeted by the sight of a footwell covered in Pepsi, mucus, blood and squashed cake with a half eaten chicken dinner on the passenger seat. There was also a bloody handprint on the door! (I'd managed to cut my left hand somehow while struggling to breathe) He genuinely thought I had died and was rather relieved when I called him just as I was leaving hospital.
I did watch the CCTV footage of it all from the customer's car park cameras once and it was otherworldly watching Me essentially die, it just didn't seem real. I also went and saw the paramedics who saved me, they both said I was the closest to Dead thy have seen and not actually die! Then they were worried I would make a complaint about them chucking me in the back of the ambulance, like I'd do that when that action is most likely why I survived! I do have some damage don to me though. I have to be careful when eating as the valve that switches between the lungs and the stomach is misshapen, I've had three occasions since where food has got lodged in it but so far a cough has popped it back out. I also have a small amount of brain damage due to lack of oxygen, mainly a lack of memory of a certain part of my life is missing but I also cannot tolerate alcohol anymore. Both of these were getting better but I knocked myself out in a biking accident on the following February and these are both now permanent, so I haven't had an alcoholic drink since October 9th 2010 and I cannot remember anything about the second half of 2003, most of 1998 and 2009 is hazy. Other than that I'm still the weirdo I was before it all.
I think mine is 11 x my annual salary…
Civil service starts at 3x, but I think it now drops by 1/30 each year of service till its not worth dying after 30 years.
On the sex at work option, a couple of staff were dismissed a couple of months ago for going for it in the (helpfully roomy) gender neutral toilets. Cleaner reported a used condom in the bin, CCTV identified the couple. Obviously not quite careful enough....
I feel like I have a few times...
I absolutely hate seeing people standing on motorway bridges looking over at the road for that very reason – either that they’ll jump or that they’ll drop a brick or something onto the traffic.
Had that once with someone hanging by their fingertips from a bridge over a ring road. Me and someone else jumped over the railing and grabbed an arm each but we could only hold her and not pull her up as we were holding on with one arm and pulling with the other. Fortunately someone larger came and was able to reach over, grab her shirt and the three of us pulled her up and back over the railing. A minute later she just walked away without saying anything. Was more than a little scary and weird.
Great story @reluctantjumper - closest i've come is probably having a tree through my bedroom ceiling/wall 10 seconds after I left it... but no injuries.
I cannot remember anything about the second half of 2003, most of 1998 and 2009 is hazy.
Hmmm ... maybe I had the same near death experience.
I work from home, and alone, apart from my dog
They'll just find a very fat dog and a few dusty bones... 🙃
I work in what amounts to a pretty large engineering & construction company; we’ve sadly had a small handful of deaths and significant RIDDOR reportable incidents over the 12 years I’ve been here.
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Last month was on a 5 day H&S course. Not your Micky mouse “don’t stand on swivelling chairs” office workers often get. Lost track and of how many CCTV videos we watched showing folk experiencing horrific deaths on sites and associated graphic photos.</span>
<span style="font-size: 0.8rem;">Quite a hard hitting, sobering course and a healthy reminder that we often get used to being on potentially dangerous sites and can become laissez faire about the risks. </span>
Not your Micky mouse “don’t stand on swivelling chairs” office workers often get.
Woman in work, on the cusp of the England hockey squad, ballsed her knee up very badly reaching for a file whilst kneeling on a swivel chair.
It happens......
Quite a hard hitting, sobering course and a healthy reminder that we often get used to being on potentially dangerous sites and can become laissez faire about the risks
It’s shocking how many times we’ve been on site where people deliberately move barriers and walk under people working in cherry pickers, or under loads that the crane is moving, just because they can’t be arsed to walk around.
I absolutely hate seeing people standing on motorway bridges looking over at the road for that very reason – either that they’ll jump or that they’ll drop a brick or something onto the traffic.
Guy I knew and his mates set up a rope swing across a cutting so they could scare the shit out of car drivers by swinging just above their roofs as they drove through. Great fun until some poor fool misjudged the height of a van.
@reeksy - it does make a good story but it's something I really don't want to repeat, bloody scary going through it all for a few minutes that feel like hours. While I no longer fear death - the closing in of the sight and other senses is painless and you go all calm - I really don't want to experience the realisation of it happening for that long ever again. A fast passing is preferable, in my sleep even better, but we cannot usually chose how we leave this world.
Some of the Death in Service benefits can be quite good for some .
I think mine is 11 x my annual salary…
That job was £100k to my nominated person ,which is my sister, and up to £5k towards funeral costs. It also would pay it to yourself if you had to give up work due to an attack that left you unable to return to work, a few colleagues claimed that after stuff like getting shot or beaten up by a baseball bat. The current one only pays out £10k.