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kidshuffle wrote:

sd5 wrote:^^They can do whatever they like in the privacy of their (nursing) home.

but I can relate to the relief of death for Alzheimers sufferers
it's a shitty, scarey, random existence towards the end.

my intimate experience with dying:
Trying to give a bloke CPR at the time,
puffing into his tobacco-soaked lungs
& suddenly, like a whisp of smoke, he left.
Definitely a release for him
after a fruitful, adventurous life.

After I got my CPR licence, I was always scared of something like this happening. Lucky for me I never had to use it.

Your posts are always so awesome too

my brother is a swim coach and was a california state lifeguard

one of his swimmers died on him while my brother was giving him CPR

turns out the guy had an enlarged heart and had no business being a collegiate swimmer, but still

my brother said it was pretty insane

he felt pretty guilty for not being able to resuscitate him

CPR has a fairly slim chance of actually resuscitating people.

Not seen anyone die before, but a schoolmate just died of a heart attack last week. And about 8 years ago a friend died from a brain tumour. Saw him a couple months before the end, he was losing the ability to speak.

I saw my nan prepared in the funeral centre, the cognitive phenomenon of expecting her to move was probably the weirdest thing about it

Sometimes I have to identification if no next of kin can be found; to say you get used to it would be a lie. You just get better at blocking out seeing a 17 year old girl dead on a slab.

When I was 5 i saw a man laying on the side of the road with a bullet hole in his forehead. I went to check it out since it was down the street. My grandma and other ladies were praying for him. Weird. I hate funerals. I would rather remember people as they were then see them all pasty and swollen up. And hospitals remind me of death.

I drove by a car accident on the highway once. Nobody died but i did see someones arm muscle pop out through their skin. 16 year old kids on a joyride.

One of my friends hanged himself 6 years ago. I went to see him in the chapel of rest and as soon as the undertaker shut the door, leaving me and two other mates in the room with my friends body, I just burst into tears.

I pride myself on having a stiff upper lip, but this was just too much. Seeing someone you had known since you were 5 years old dead in a casket is horrible. All over some stupid little bitch who didnt want him........

I used to work at a vehicle recovery place too and we used to get wrecked cars in all the time from fatal accidents. Blood and hair all over the windscreens was the worst. I was doing the damage report on one once, opened the drivers door and the guys teeth were lying i the footwell, turns out the airbag didnt go off and his face slammed into the steering column.

AntlionUK wrote:

sd5 wrote:^^They can do whatever they like in the privacy of their (nursing) home.

Alzheimers is terrible.
The way it smells.
The things you can't control.
My grandma would walk around with one shoe in her hand collecting things.
She'd stash money. She'd wear her clothes the wrong way, put two pairs of sunglasses on or two hats, or all four at the same time.
Often it'd be like, no pants at all. But I can understand that because it was like taking care of a four year old. Except, when you told it to do something it gets very angry. Adult angry. Alzheimers is a terrible way to die, a terrible waste of my country's taxes, and will be the cause of the most death within the next twenty years. At least in North America.
The nurses that I talked to said that it's pretty much a brand new disease, but in my opinion I think it's always been around. But usually later in life. My grandma was only seventy two when she got it, which is a fairly young age. The given circumstances made sense though, her case increased after my grandfather passed. They had been together since she was fourteen and he was sixteen, I guess anyone would loose their mind after death did them part. She died about four years later. Those four years, we got her a house in the town that I live in and I took an active role in helping out.
I can't describe to you what that's like. The longest time that I stayed there for was a month. When you stayed there though, you're not allowed to leave HER alone. So I was there all by myself and my dying grandma.
I pulled some gnarley shit. The house always had alcohol, cigarettes, and my pot dealer lived in the same neighborhood. But, when your grandma was the holyest person in the world. I'm talking, had almost a direct line to God, I swear. It's scary to do that shit.
I mean, she was Irish and German, but she knew Hebrew and even went to Jerusalem just because she wanted to fully understand it. She was always a student, and never really had a job.
Healthy. I meannnnnn, only organics.
And yet she dies of a disease that strips her of all her knowledge.

Dankhurricane wrote:

AntlionUK wrote:

sd5 wrote:^^They can do whatever they like in the privacy of their (nursing) home.

Alzheimers is terrible.
The way it smells.
The things you can't control.
My grandma would walk around with one shoe in her hand collecting things.
She'd stash money. She'd wear her clothes the wrong way, put two pairs of sunglasses on or two hats, or all four at the same time.
Often it'd be like, no pants at all. But I can understand that because it was like taking care of a four year old. Except, when you told it to do something it gets very angry. Adult angry. Alzheimers is a terrible way to die, a terrible waste of my country's taxes, and will be the cause of the most death within the next twenty years. At least in North America.
The nurses that I talked to said that it's pretty much a brand new disease, but in my opinion I think it's always been around. But usually later in life. My grandma was only seventy two when she got it, which is a fairly young age. The given circumstances made sense though, her case increased after my grandfather passed. They had been together since she was fourteen and he was sixteen, I guess anyone would loose their mind after death did them part. She died about four years later. Those four years, we got her a house in the town that I live in and I took an active role in helping out.
I can't describe to you what that's like. The longest time that I stayed there for was a month. When you stayed there though, you're not allowed to leave HER alone. So I was there all by myself and my dying grandma.
I pulled some gnarley shit. The house always had alcohol, cigarettes, and my pot dealer lived in the same neighborhood. But, when your grandma was the holyest person in the world. I'm talking, had almost a direct line to God, I swear. It's scary to do that shit.
I mean, she was Irish and German, but she knew Hebrew and even went to Jerusalem just because she wanted to fully understand it. She was always a student, and never really had a job.
Healthy. I meannnnnn, only organics.
And yet she dies of a disease that strips her of all her knowledge.

that is some deep shit. Nothing scares me more than losing my mind

kay wrote:CPR has a fairly slim chance of actually resuscitating people.

Yeah, and its the first thing they tell you in the class; but failing to save someone is a pretty soul crushing experience. Or if you got put in the situation where someone "needs" CPR, and you know it, but your license isn't renewed.

i had a dream the other night, whilst camping

long story short i got myself into a situation where i was in an estate surrounded by tower blocks. i saw a shadow on the floor of one of the roofs, which also had the shadow of a figure on it.
i looked up and saw some kind of tightrope made out of bedsheets going from a tower block to another, a sofa tied inbetween these bedsheets
there was a girl stood on the sofa, and i pretty much guessed what was going to happen.
i ran over to what seemed like a bus shelter where a few people were stood, looking away. i remember telling them what was happening and them saying they knew, and thats why they didnt want to watch.
i looked out again, watched her do a handstand on the sofa, and then drop.
as soon as she hit the floor, all the people at the shelter suddenly ran to where she had fallen, and so did I.
i got that feeling of fighting against a current when trying to see her body, i was asking if it was gorey, and they were all saying yes, but i couldnt see any blood.
i walked away, almost dissapointed, but then decided to go back, because for some reason i really wanted to see the dead body.

anyway i dont think most people will read it, but what bugs me the most is how vivid the dream was, and how bleak. thats as far as ive seen someone die however. in a wierd way i think ive always wanted to see someone die. it sounds strange but its always intrigued me how i would react. i feel like i have a lack of emotion towards death alot of the time.

EDIT: i dont know why i had to mention i was camping, but i hadn't dreamt for a while beforehand and i had some pretty crazy deams that week sleeping in a tent.
im pretty sure this one was a daydream too

lloydnoise wrote:

Dankhurricane wrote:

AntlionUK wrote:

sd5 wrote:^^They can do whatever they like in the privacy of their (nursing) home.

Alzheimers is terrible.
The way it smells.
The things you can't control.
My grandma would walk around with one shoe in her hand collecting things.
She'd stash money. She'd wear her clothes the wrong way, put two pairs of sunglasses on or two hats, or all four at the same time.
Often it'd be like, no pants at all. But I can understand that because it was like taking care of a four year old. Except, when you told it to do something it gets very angry. Adult angry. Alzheimers is a terrible way to die, a terrible waste of my country's taxes, and will be the cause of the most death within the next twenty years. At least in North America.
The nurses that I talked to said that it's pretty much a brand new disease, but in my opinion I think it's always been around. But usually later in life. My grandma was only seventy two when she got it, which is a fairly young age. The given circumstances made sense though, her case increased after my grandfather passed. They had been together since she was fourteen and he was sixteen, I guess anyone would loose their mind after death did them part. She died about four years later. Those four years, we got her a house in the town that I live in and I took an active role in helping out.
I can't describe to you what that's like. The longest time that I stayed there for was a month. When you stayed there though, you're not allowed to leave HER alone. So I was there all by myself and my dying grandma.
I pulled some gnarley shit. The house always had alcohol, cigarettes, and my pot dealer lived in the same neighborhood. But, when your grandma was the holyest person in the world. I'm talking, had almost a direct line to God, I swear. It's scary to do that shit.
I mean, she was Irish and German, but she knew Hebrew and even went to Jerusalem just because she wanted to fully understand it. She was always a student, and never really had a job.
Healthy. I meannnnnn, only organics.
And yet she dies of a disease that strips her of all her knowledge.

that is some deep shit. Nothing scares me more than losing my mind

It's an awful thing to witness. My grandad was an incredibly intelligent and successful businessmen and one of the greatest pianists I've heard play in person. He ended up not recognising any of his family. Injuring himself after becoming delusional and eventually spending the last month of his life unconscious. He became the most awful shadow of himself.

(Edit: it wasn't Alzheimers by the way. Something more old age bought on, but it had pretty much the same results. )

probably one of the worst diseases i could imagine

my grandma had it, all she could do in the end was just sit in a chair starring at you, was pretty cold to be honest. i never really liked going in the old peoples home just because most the people were the same, all the time your there your thinking this can happen to me.

kidshuffle wrote:

kay wrote:CPR has a fairly slim chance of actually resuscitating people.

Yeah, and its the first thing they tell you in the class; but failing to save someone is a pretty soul crushing experience. Or if you got put in the situation where someone "needs" CPR, and you know it, but your license isn't renewed.

you have to have a license to do CPR? is that in the US?
I don't see that as a difficult situtation-surely you wouldn't let someone die because you didnt have a piece of paper

fc wrote: I don't see that as a difficult situtation-surely you wouldn't let someone die because you didnt have a piece of paper

If you don't know what you're doing you can make things worse. That's partly why NHS paramedics hate St. John's ambulance, they've a bit of a rep' for getting it wrong but acting with the best intentions. Doctors are obliged by their oath to intervene and help people in need, nurses are not and it's a bit of a grey area if they should intervene or not. Some nurses did their training decades ago and have very limited hands on clinical care and even more never need to do CPR at work (where there's proper gear), so some nurses choose not to stop at RTAs for example.

firky wrote:

fc wrote: I don't see that as a difficult situtation-surely you wouldn't let someone die because you didnt have a piece of paper

If you don't know what you're doing you can make things worse. That's partly why NHS paramedics hate St. John's ambulance, they've a bit of a rep' for getting it wrong but acting with the best intentions. Doctors are obliged by their oath to intervene and help people in need, nurses are not and it's a bit of a grey area if they should intervene or not. Some nurses did their training decades ago and have very limited hands on clinical care and even more never need to do CPR at work (where there's proper gear), so some nurses choose not to stop at RTAs for example.

Yeah this, although here you have to update whatever first aid you have every two years (I think anyways. I know its less than five), including doctors and nurses (I hope)

If you don't know what you're doing, you're more likely to kill the person than save them. And its the basic rescue rule: Rescuer over Rescued. If you're not confident, you don't do it.

This is such a deep thread.

But luckily never seen a dead body and luckily have had no losses in the family.

Not really a brass band but wtf

Woooahhhhhh wrong thread!

I used to work on some guys garden who had alzheimers, it was heart breaking. He wouldn't remember who I was and everyday he would try to go out to get his dad some dinner, bare in mind his dad was dead and the guy himself was about 70/80. He would be so enthusiastic to go and get the food but we had to make sure he didn't leave. :/