
Just at the last hour, we suddenly got a Mercy flight. The report was a patient who had suffered a stroke. As the helicopter landed, we began to learn more about our new patient. They were in their 90's and had traveled with friends to a casino about 4 hours away from home.
While at the casino, they had felt suddenly ill and began to exhibit signs of a stroke (* I'll give a quick easy way to remember these at the end.) EMS was called and the patient was transferred to us. Unfortunately, they had suffered a severe bleed into their brain and their prognosis is grim at best.
Later, as I thought about this patient, I felt they'd had their "good day to die." Or, at least, what I would consider a good day: a trip with friends, gambling, probably a good buffet lunch, dressed to the nines... in their 90's. Keep partying on, brother, keep partying on...!
Think
F - face - is one side drooping?
A - arms - are you not able to hold one of them up?
S - speech - is the speech garbled or slurred?
T - time is brain, get to a hospital as soon as possible
!!!
3 comments:
I do think it was a good day and a long life!
betty
I think of that all the time,dying while doing something you love, have fun, so much better then some other ways,
Agreed. I think dying during or after doing something we truly love would be a good day to die.
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