Another vent here... Im in excrutiating pain as my back is spasming while sitting here, my arm is sore as hell.. I am completely wore out.
So this is a TRUE story, happened today...
I sent a message to my wife that I was going to be 90 mins late getting home..
My plan was to go to Microcenter to pick up a CPU and a SSD...
Well those plans went to hell in a hand basket...
I stopped by the gas station to top off the gas tank on the Saab before my short trip..
I heard some yelling. I looked around, and saw a guy mulling around a Chevy Suburban, but nothing more.
Theres a elderly lady behind me trying to change a tire on her Subaru Outback. I walk over and offer to help. She declines and tells me her husband is coming to help, and I head back to the Saab.
Finish topping off the tank, and head into the store to buy some lottery tickets.
The guy I saw mulling around walks in behind me, and very politely asks if he can borrow the phone, theres a guy laying on the ground, and doesnt know whats going on.
I quickly head out the door, grab my cell phone out of the Saab, dial 911 and walk over to the Suburban.
I get to the Suburban, and theres a guy laying on the ground, partly under the Suburban, but not run over, he is breathing, but is breathing, BARELY.
I tell the 911 operator whats going on, where we are, etc...
And then the guy stops breathing, and put my fingers on the side of his neck looking for a pulse..
Nothing... FUCK!
Tell the operator to step up the ambulance, he is no longer breathing, and I cant find a heart beat.
Start doing CPR. My back is not up for this task, but I just cant let the guy die.
Im doing CPR for 6-7 minutes, and a cop shows up, "sir I need you to move out of the way" no fucking shit. My back is screaming at me, my arm is numb. get in here and do your job.
So I moved out of the way, and they start their chest compressions..
Ambulance #1, #2, Firetruck, 4 cop cars show up.
Everyone is working on him.
Ambulance guys pulls out a automated chest compression machine, get it all set up, and it starts doing its thing.
This goes on for another 10 minutes, they get him moved into the ambulance, chest compression machine still going.
The cops just start interviewing everyone else.. Hey.. how about the guy thats standing here, that was doing CPR on that guy.. Nope.
10-20 minutes later, they finally get to me, and only want my identification.
I havent been told I am ok to leave. I havent been told if the guy is alive/dead. My truck is blocked in, so I cant leave. Im standing there, fucking cold (its 26 degrees), in pain, and I just want to go home and hug my wife and kids.
The sheriff finally moves his car, so I move my truck over to the front of the store, head in and buy my lottery tickets.
Head back out to my Saab, and a Commerce City Police man is walking out behind me..
I turned around and asked him, quite pointedly, is he alive or dead. He nods at the ambulance, and says we will find out in a few seconds, if the ambulance thats pulling out turns on his lights, hes alive. If no lights...
Ambulance gets to the corner of the lot and turns on his lights.. I sigh in relief.
I turn around to the cop, and ask if they need anything more, and he just says nope, your good...
I hop in the Saab, and floor it out of that parking lot.. I just want to get home and hug my wife and kids. My back is still screaming. My arm is still numb. I am shaking.... but theres a chance the guy is still alive, because of my actions.. so theres some solace in that.