Excerpt from:
First Aid for a Heart Attack and other Muscle Pains
First Aid for a Heart Attack and other Muscle Pains
CHAPTER
2:
The phone call came at four fifty in
the morning of a late spring day. The sky was getting light in the
east as I quickly dressed. By the time I reached the apartment house
and went up the stairs, the sun was barely peeking over the horizon.
My father was sitting in a chair in the
hall. The neighbor lady who had called me was with him, trying to
comfort the distressed old man. Now at the age of 76, this was his
third heart attack. And the pains were severe.
"You called 911?" The quiet
question was asked with a smile. It was just for confirmation and to
provide a bit of consolation.
"Yes, just after I called you,"
the neighbor answered.
"Then, they should be at the fire
station soon, just a few more minutes." The EMT's in this town
of 2000 were all well trained volunteers, just like the firemen.
Both my father and I had known some of them for years.
The fire station was only a block away,
but the volunteers lived further from the station than I did. They
would be on a dead run, but they were still several minutes away.
AN OLD MAN
"How do you feel, Dad?" Hoping a matter-of-fact approach would set a calm atmosphere, I looked directly into my father's eyes for the first time.
"How do you feel, Dad?" Hoping a matter-of-fact approach would set a calm atmosphere, I looked directly into my father's eyes for the first time.
The voiced answer was redundant. Pain
was written all over the old man's face. "It hurts… bad."
"Yeah, I can tell. They'll be
here in a few minutes."' I had grasped Dad's trembling hand,
squeezed it reassuringly, and then asked, "Did you take your
nitroglycerin?"
"Yes, five so far. That's the
limit the doctor said." The old man's words were broken with
short gasps of pain.
"Yeah, take too many of those and
you'll pass out on us. Do you feel kinda woozy?”
"Yes; very. They helped the pain
a little, but it still hurts."
A Strange Request
"OK, no more
nitro, then." I paused briefly, then said, "Well, will you
do something for me?"
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- An old man sitting in a chair just outside his apartment door is in the throes of a heart attack. He has the wrinkles and flush of severe pain written on his face. Emergency personnel are on their way, but perhaps too far away. And his son calmly asks him "to do something for him". What sort of request is that, what can the younger man possibly want of a dying man? Yet . . .
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Within two minutes
my Dad’s pain was subsiding. When the EMT's arrived several
minutes later, he was free of the debilitating
chest pains. They gave him oxygen, checked his life signs, called
them in to the ER and carried him to the ambulance . . .
A week later my
father was home, back in his second floor bachelor pad. A month
later he was back to mowing lawns for the neighbors and helping me
with yard work and carpentry projects. The pace was a little slower,
but he was back . . .
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- The above half page is from 200 pages of important information about the pain and hazards of muscle cramps and how to relieve them within mere minutes. The text relates the discovery, the science, many examples and two ways to prove it works in entertaining detail.
