@Leanne1986 – saliva is a poor source of virus, but with an ambu seconds away, why pump air into their stomach? The efficacy of oral air is so bad, that current CPR guidelines want chest compressions. – as Merriment has stated above.
With a beating heart and complete respiratory suppression it’s medically different than run of the mill cardiac arrest. All you have to do is support ventilation and they’ll come right around. There is an amusing scene in “bringing out the dead” involving narcan which reverses opiates. They’re not dead till the heart stops beating, and you can’t revive it.
If it’s heroine overdose its respiration via ambu or better – else death. With this you might wonder why people take up heroine. They surely know the risk. Nearly all know of some one who’s overdosed and died. Why not take up an extreme sport instead? Chest compressions just aren’t the same.
Conveniently since that time I’ve let my CPR lapse. In my own office, after this experience we’ve decided against an EKG machine, Defibrillator, etc. They are not required, and you can thank your lawyers for people like me not wanting to get involved. I would like the equipment and the opportunity to help my patients. My wife, boss and office manager doesn’t want the legal risk. She stood next to me as me and another bystander were using the ambu. (bagging the patient, or forcing respiration)
Think it’s gotten crazy yet? – I want to lose money protecting people, but for legal reasons was discouraged from doing so. Is it possible that lack of tort reform could cause your death?
I trained in the inner city, where everyone and his uncle had aids. You don’t swap spit, share needles or have sex. Blood and body fluid protection is ground into you from day one. You process and handle contagious objects of the living dead. Caution = life. At least 2 of my good friends have required AZT therapy due to needle stick injuries.
I’ve seen too much, and every Samaritan impulse I’ve had keeps reminding me that no good deed goes unpunished. As the health-care reform continues, I become more firmly convinced in the futility of expecting humanity, from American humans.
I remember in medical school the surgical residents had an acronym for drug addicts who signed out against medical advice, and it fits.
AMFYOYO
Audios Mother F—Ker, Your On Your Own.
If you are expecting the milk of human kindness from the medical profession, better check the bottle. It might be empty.
The death panel will see you now.