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I missed this hard compressions !

I really like both of them.

With the AED i like felling the pads sticking on my chest and earing the instruction from the device.

With the paddles, I like feeling the cold of the pads with a lot of gel on my chest, to feel my rescuer pressing them hard on my chest. I also like the gel it left on my chest.

Thank you 😊

Enjoy ! ⚡

And as usual, please, don't post it anywhere else thank you.

I have a training AED, ambu bag, o2 mask, nasal cannula, home made defib pads, scissors, hospital gown, neck brace, various electrodes, ecg leads, ET tubes and holder, laryngoscope, guedel airway, and also my stethoscope and BP cuff wich aren't on the photo.

As they approached the bed, the taller paramedic scanned the room quickly, her eyes catching on a few scattered belongings near the bed—a purse with an ID card poking out. She quickly grabbed it, reading aloud, “Anna Johnson. Trente-deux ans.”

Clara, the blonde paramedic, gave a quick nod. “D’accord, Anna. On est là pour toi,” she murmured as she leaned over Anna and checked for a pulse. Her face tensed. “Pas de pouls. Elle ne respire pas.”

“Elle est magnifique,” her partner said softly, glancing at Anna’s face. “Regarde ses traits. C’est incroyable qu’elle se trouve dans cette situation.”

“Je sais,” Clara replied, shaking her head slightly as she focused back on her task. “C’est tellement triste. Mais nous devons nous concentrer.”

Clara positioned herself by Anna’s side and immediately began compressions. “On dirait une crise cardiaque. Elle est jeune pour ça, mais… les symptômes correspondent.”

“Oui, c’est possible,” her partner agreed, setting up the defibrillator. “Charge à cent quatre-vingts joules.”

Before applying the defibrillator, the taller paramedic carefully removed the towel covering Anna’s body, ensuring to keep the atmosphere professional. She quickly placed electrodes on Anna’s chest, securing them firmly in place. “Prépare les électrodes,” she instructed, making sure everything was set for the shock.

Clara’s hands moved in steady, deep compressions as she counted softly, her voice a mixture of determination and encouragement. “Allez, Anna, tiens bon. Reste avec nous.”

Once the defibrillator was ready, the taller paramedic signaled her to clear. “Recule-toi, Clara.”

Clara moved aside, her gaze fixed on Anna’s still form as her partner administered the shock. Anna’s body jolted, her chest arching slightly, but there was no immediate response. Clara glanced at her partner, worry creasing her brow.

“Rien,” she murmured, shoulders tense.

“Encore. Augmente à deux cents,” her partner replied, adjusting the charge.

Clara resumed compressions, her face set in concentration. “Anna, écoute-moi. Ne nous lâche pas maintenant.” Her voice softened, almost pleading, as she coaxed Anna back.

They repeated the process, carefully timing the compressions and shocks. After another jolt, Clara paused, her fingers pressed to Anna’s neck.

“Regarde,” she said, relief flickering in her tone. “Je sens un pouls.”

Her partner nodded, her expression softening. “On l’a ramenée. Stabilise-la pour le transport.”

Clara gently secured the oxygen mask over Anna’s face as her partner prepared the IV. They worked seamlessly, their voices a steady hum of French as they stabilized Anna for transport, ensuring everything was in place to keep her steady on the journey to the hospital.

But as she turned to head toward her bedroom, the ache sharpened. She paused, pressing her hand against her chest, feeling a strange pressure that seemed to spread slowly outward. Her breathing hitched as the sensation intensified, becoming almost like a dull weight pressing down, making it hard to inhale fully. Her heart began to race, fluttering against her ribs in a rapid, irregular rhythm that made her uneasy.

She steadied herself against the doorframe, hoping the sensation would pass. But a wave of nausea followed, rolling through her in a sickening tide that made her skin prickle with cold sweat. Shivering slightly, she took a shaky step toward her bed, her legs feeling unsteady beneath her. The towel clung damply to her skin as she walked, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, hoping the light-headedness would subside if she just lay down for a moment.

With each step, the pain grew sharper, radiating across her chest and up into her left shoulder, then to her jaw. The room seemed to pulse around her, closing in, the edges of her vision blurring as her breaths came faster and shallower. She could feel her pulse pounding in her temples, each beat echoing through her skull.

Finally, she reached her bed and collapsed onto it, her body sinking into the soft mattress. She lay sprawled across the covers, her breaths coming in weak, ragged gasps as her strength ebbed away. Her limbs felt leaden, her vision fading to black, and within moments, the pain and darkness overtook her entirely, leaving her lying motionless atop the bed

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