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Zach finds his brother Dave, having a seizure

Picnic Resus #1

Gecenin Kraliçesi: Ep-5

The following is a personal account of a real incident that happened to me, Enrique, shortly after I turned 18. While the events described are factual, specific details have been omitted to protect the privacy and identities of the individuals involved.

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I have always been interested in the medical field, but after an incident in the army, this fascination grew significantly—to the point where I started acquiring and comparing rescue equipment on my own.

It all started on a standard combat rescue training day. I was playing the role of the patient so the instructor could demonstrate the procedures. We began with vehicle extraction techniques, learning what not to do—such as not removing metal shrapnel unless it obstructs the victim's extraction—and how to prepare them for transport, among other procedures.

From there, we moved on to CPR training, where she demonstrated how to assist the combat medic by rotating chest compressions and holding IV fluid and blood bags. Finally, we arrived at the demonstration of how to act during defibrillation. The instructor explained the different ways to position the contacts—using both AED pads and manual paddles on the chest and back—and discussed the different shock modes, such as defibrillation and cardioversion, teaching us how to select the correct charge.

That was when the accident happened. In the course, there were two nearly identical defibrillators, distinguished only by a label and the color of the rear casing: the training unit was orange (incapable of delivering a live load) and the operational unit was red. However, due to the arrival of new equipment, a decision was made to swap the casings to avoid confusion. The problem was that the swap hadn't been completed on the new devices, and combined with a labeling error, no one knew for sure which was which. An operational defibrillator ended up being used as if it were the training unit.

When the instructor went to demonstrate how to choose the charge, she selected 50J as an example. Since I was acting as the patient, she didn't realize in time that the shock was real. She almost delivered a second shock, which would have been at 120J.

I cannot explain the pain. It was something between getting shocked by a wall outlet and taking a taser shot to the center of the chest, but ten times stronger.

I remained conscious, but was on the verge of passing out. The shock triggered a malignant arrhythmia. Luckily, the instructor noticed quickly and started medication, but it didn't work. I needed five cardioversions to stabilize my rhythm. During the first two (at 120J and 135J), I was still conscious. My rhythm stabilized enough for them to take me to the hospital, but there I needed three more shocks. I was still awake for the first cardioversion at the hospital, but soon "blacked out"—I don't know if it was due to the anesthesia or the 140J shock.

Since recovering, my interest in medical fetishism has increased. I intend to build my own private clinic/exam room and I already have a solid first aid kit, including intubation supplies, endotracheal tubes, laryngeal masks, and King Tubes (of various models and sizes). I also have an old defibrillator that I plan to exchange for a new one.

LET'S KEEP SUPPORTING HIM GUYS NEW CONTENT JUST DROPPED