posted on Nov, 15 2018 @ 02:08 PM
My experience of CPR.
It is somewhere in the photo files.
Anyway my dad went to walk the dog, and while he was gone I smoked a reefer outside (it wasn't legal then).
Then I went back to my room.
Next think all I hear is crash, and mum yelling: come help, come help.
I say to mum phone the paramedics, and for heaven's sake get the dog outside, or they won't come in.
Then looking at this corpse on the kitchen floor.
Foam drooling out the mouth, the only sign of life.
I'm thinking - he's dead, you can't go wrong.
Then I put two deep breaths in his mouth, and he turned, making a strange noise.
Then I was like, you better pump, and I felt his sternum, and as I was taught I was ONE - Mississippi - TWO - Mississippi, and by the time time I got
to five, his eyes opened!
I was chanting Hare Krishna, and he's asking me - Peter, why am I on the kitchen floor?
So I said, you were a bit tired and had a nap.
Then he started laughing.
Then the paramedics came, and as they were helping him down the stairs, mum says he had a huge smile on his face.
My breath is apparently a great contact-high.