So its a beautiful day, I took a vacation day to spend with the longdistancebootycall, and I was enjoying what buzz was left of a joint of my homegrown Northern Lights, looking for agates by the creek.
I then there is some screaming from up by the house, and I ignored it until I heard “Heartattack” and “CPR”.
So now I’m running flat-out, 150 yards uphill, and there is dude, flat on his back in a brushpile, eyes rolled back, and he’s making a grugling noise.
And I can’t lift him. He’s got me by a good 100 lbs. One of the girls helps me drag him by the arm to a flat spot. But it’s only hilllside terrain, and all muddy.
His eyes are rolled back, I can’t get a pulse because I am shaking so badly, I try neck, wrist inside arm and armpit. I can’t find one. He 's “contorting” so I wonder if it couldn’t be some sort of siezure. But he ain’t breathing.
So I give him two quick blasts of air, and it seems to come back out, so I think at first the airway was good. I start compressions, and on the thrid, I feel his cavity give way. So now I am afraid of perforations of his heart by rib bones.
So it’s just me doing the CPR. And I think after the 3 rep of 2/12’s He seemed to lurch and contort again, so I stop and slap him and tell him to wake up. Then his body got so tense. It was like every muscle went “on” all at once, hard as a rock. Then he went jelly.
I again start on 2/12’s, but now I could’nt get a clear airway, and I notice gastric destention, while I am working. Then he starts belching bile, so I quick roll him on his side, and press firmly on his stomach to expell as much air as I can.
I roll him back over, clear the ariway as best I could, and start 2/12’s again. Now it’s gotta be into 13 minutes, and I am starting to get tired, but I know I can’t give up. Bile is in my mouth, up my nose, my glasses are missing, I’m in a complete lather, exhausted, and trying not to cry. I keep banging our teeth together when I go to give a breath.
EMS gets there, they take over CPR, zap him a few times, I help load him on the cart and push it uphill through the mud.
I tried.
I tried so goddam hard.
His name was Jerry or Gerry. I never met him. He died in my arms yesterday.
I feel so fucking horrible.