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akradekra · 2 years ago

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Passionate Resuscitation Pt. 3

(I gained a heavy amount of followers after I made part 2 of this story. It blew up a lot more than I expected, and for that, I say Thank You. And now, the Finale of Passionate Resuscitation.)

It seemed to have been an ordinary day. I had just wrapped up my classes for the day. My girlfriend had met up with me earlier in the day and talked about our plans for the night, which of course, featured our CPR role-play. She got out of classes earlier than I did, so she messaged me saying she was heading to her dorm, where she’d wait for me. I got through the rest of the day, high on anticipation.

Once classes ended, I started heading towards my dorm so I could spruce myself up before heading to her dorm. The equipment was already at her place (I left it there after our previous session), so I wouldn’t have to worry about it. As I was making my way over however, I suddenly got a text message. It was from her.

"Hey, can you come over? I’m not feeling too well."

I was caught off guard by her sudden text. Did she get sick? Did she eat something bad? I asked her what was wrong and she responded with this:

"I don’t know, I was just getting out of the shower and started having a headache. I took some painkillers, but it's just getting worse. Please come quickly, I need you here."

I didn’t waste another second and headed straight for her dorm. I arrive at the dorm room in almost record time. She gave me a spare key to her dorm so I could enter at any time. I unlock the door, enter the dorm and start calling out to her.

"Babe? You there? I came as fast as I could. You okay?"

I get a little nervous when she doesn't respond. I head towards her room, hoping she's there.

"Babe? Please talk to me."

Still no response. Something's wrong, I can tell by now, but a part of me wants to believe she took a nap or something like that. I turn the corner to her room.

"Ba- OH MY GOD!"

I can't believe what my eyes are seeing. I almost don't want to believe it. There in the room is my girlfriend laying her bed, wearing a white long sleeve v-neck shirt and jeans, her curly red hair pooled around her head, and a bottle of pills on the floor right next to the bed. I rush over to her in an instant.

"Baby! Baby, wha- what happened? What did you take?!"

She can only respond in small gasps. Her eyes looked glazed over and she's barely breathing. I look at the pill bottle on the floor. It's a painkiller bottle. I don't know how much she took, but I do know that she's overdosing. My beautiful girlfriend is dying of a painkiller overdose right in front of me. I don't waste any more time and take my phone out, dialing 911.

"Yes, hello? I got a 24 year old female here, she's overdosing on painkillers, I don't know how much she took, but she's barely breathing. The front door's unlocked. Please hurry!"

I hang up and turn my attention back to my girlfriend as she's still barely breathing. Then I remember. Our equipment is here in her room. I rush to grab what I need, taking out the EKG, the ambu-bag, some scissors, as well as the defibrillator. Just to be safe. I take her off the bed, laying her on the floor, in an attempt to stabilize her. I grab the pair of scissors and use them to take off her shirt. We'd used them in one of our sessions before, as she found ripping clothes off during resus to be "sexy." I wasn't thinking about that at the moment, I'm more focused on keeping her alive. She's not wearing a bra which means no more seconds can be wasted. I take the electrodes and place them on her body. Immediately the monitor springs to life. Her heartbeat is erratic. She'll slip into cardiac arrest. Oh god, this is what I feared. I grab the ambu-bag and squeeze it, getting oxygen to her lungs. I look over to the monitor hoping for any type of improvement. There is none. I turn to look at her as her breathing slows even more. Then she sighs, her head falling to the side, and her eyes closing. The monitor starts going crazy.

BIBIBIBIBIBIBIBIBIBI

It starts producing squiggly lines which I recognize immediately. She’s in v-fib.

I immediately turn to the defibrillators and turn them on, charging them at 200j. I put the gel on and rub them together before turning to my girlfriend and placing the paddles above and below her breasts. The paddles are charged.

"CLEAR!"

I press the buttons. Her chest jumps up in the air before coming back down. I would normally be very turned on right now, but this isn’t role-play, this is real. No change on the monitor. I charge the paddles again at 300 and place them on her chest.

"CLEAR!"

Her chest jumps higher but still nothing. I charge the paddles at 360 and put them on her chest again.

"C'mon, please… CLEAR!"

Her torso lifted up in the air before coming back down with a thud. I turn back to the monitor. I freeze as I hear and see the one thing I’ve never wanted to see…

BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-

Flatline. My girlfriend is in a full cardiac arrest. She’s clinically dead…

No. Not like this. Please not like this.

I don’t think as I straddle her waist. I grab the ambu-bag and seal it over her nose and partly-open mouth, squeezing it to get oxygen into her lungs. Her chest rises and falls with each pump. I set the ambu-bag aside and lock my hands together, placing them on her sternum between her massive breasts and start chest compressions, putting as much force as I can to force her heart to beat. The monitor picks up every artificial heartbeat as I pump her chest.

BIP BIP BIP BIP

I continue compressing her chest until I reach 30. No change on the monitor as she’s still in flatline. I continue the cycle of CPR while looking at her. Her face and body is beginning to turn pale, I can see the slightest tint of blue on her red lips. I can feel the panic starting to set in.

" Come on, baby. Please breathe…"

Suddenly the monitor starts going off again. I turn to look at it. She’s in v-fib again. I don’t hesitate to take the paddles from the dock. I charge them to 360j immediately, applying the gel, and rubbing the paddles together before turning back to her and placing them on her chest. Please God.

"CLEAR!"

She chests shoots up immediately as the shock goes through her body. No change. Charging again.

"CLEAR!"

Nothing. Again.

"CLEAR!"

Again.

"CLEAR!"

I hold down on the buttons. Her chest stays up in the air as the shock runs through her body, trying to restart her heart. She falls back to the ground, her breasts jiggling, her arms flailing, and her beautiful hair swaying as she lands. I looked back at the monitor.

BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-

She's back in asystole.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

I straddle her again, compressing her chest as hard and fast as I can.

"BREATHE! PLEASE, YOU CAN'T DIE! I WON'T LET YOU DIE!"

I grab the ambu-bag and squeeze it over and over, trying to get as much oxygen to her lungs as I can.

"PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

I continue CPR. I continue for who knows how long when I hear something. Someone's opened the door.

"Paramedics! We got a call about an overdosing female?"

I call out.

"OVER HERE! I'M PERFORMING CPR!"

The paramedics walk over to the room. I look over at them. A male and a female. Both seem about middle-age. The man walks over and kneels next to me.

"How long has she been down, son?"

Despite my panicked mind, I answer as calmly as I can.

"I don't know, I've lost track of time. She went into v-fib around the time I called. She went back into flatline a while ago after I shocked her again."

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the lady looking at her phone before turning back to us.

"Looks like you called around 3:15. It's 3:37 now."

20 minutes… Has it really been 20 minutes? The man speaks again.

"It's a good thing you went to work immediately. Otherwise I don't think her chances of survival would be good. We'll handle it from here, son."

"Please, save her."

"We'll do all we can."

I get off of my girlfriend's waist as the female paramedic walks over. They get to work as the man continues the compressions on her now gray and purple chest. The lady opens the bag she's carrying and takes out a metal blade and an intubation tube, sliding the blade into her mouth and down her throat, followed by the intubation tube. She takes the ambu-bag I was using, and takes off the mask part, connecting it the intubation tube and affixing it with tape. Once the man is done with the 30 compressions, she squeezes the bag, forcing oxygen into my girlfriend's lungs. They continue like this for a while before the female paramedic takes out a needle with a dose of epinephrine, injecting her in the arm. Almost immediately v-fib appears on the monitor.

"She's in v-fib, charge the paddles." the man says. The woman grabs the paddles, charges them at 360j, applies the gel, rubs them together, and places them on her chest.

"Shocking at 360. Everyone off… CLEAR!"

Her chest jumps in the air and comes back down. No change.

"Charging again. Off… CLEAR!"

Again her chests jumps in the air and falls down.

"Stilling nothing. Shocking again… CLEAR!"

Her chest jumps in the air for the third time and lands with a thud. We look at the monitor. Flatline again.

"Asystole, we're losing her." The woman says.

"Alright, I'll get the stretcher, we'll take her to the ER." The man says as he gets up.

"Son, take over while I go."

I only nod as he leaves before turning my attention to my girlfriend's body, continuing CPR with the lady. Moments later, the man comes back with the stretcher. The three of us lift my girlfriend’s body onto the stretcher and wheel her out of the dorm. The female paramedic does one-handed compressions while I hold and squeeze the ambu-bag and the male paramedic pushes the stretcher out. As we head out the door to the ambulance, we're met by a decently sized group of people, who watched as we take my dying girlfriend to the ambulance. I look at the faces of the people in the crowd, some of which I recognize. Most look on in shock and horror, some girls have tears in their eyes. I hear murmuring but I don't pay attention to it, focusing on my girlfriend's lifeless body as we make it to the ambulance, loading her and the equipment onboard. The female paramedic goes to the drivers seat, leaving me and the male paramedic to continue CPR on my girlfriend's battered body. She flips on the lights and siren and drive off towards the hospital.

Me and the male paramedic continue CPR in the back of the ambulance. He pumps her horribly bruised chest while I hold the ambu-bag, squeezing it as he finishes his set of compressions and yells "breathe."

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, BREATHE!"

I pump the ambu-bag, bringing air to her intubated lungs. This continues for another 5 minutes. The montior doesn't show any change or improvement, just a flatline. At this point, I've lost hope. Checking my watch, it's 4:03. She's been down for at least 50 minutes, and has been in flatline for maybe 20. Her skin has gone deathly pale, her lips, once almost glowing red, have turned bluish-purple, her arms hanging off the sides of the stretcher, and her massive chest, holder of the biggest heart I've ever known now covered in defibrillator gel and sporting a big purple bruise from the aggressive chest compressions that have crushed her still heart for almost an hour. This'll be how this story ends. Me, a resus fetishist, who kept it a secret for many years, met a beautiful woman who loved me and embraced and participated in my fetish with me, now performing CPR on that same wonderful woman, who's dying from a drug overdose. Maybe it was a cruel twist of fate, maybe it was punishment for my fetish, maybe both. Whatever the case, I've accepted the inevitable. My girlfriend will die, and there was nothing I could do to save her.

"... 29, 30, BREATHE!"

I pump the ambu-bag again.

"I'm pushing another dose of epinephrine."

...

BIBIBIBIBIBIBIBIBIBI-

V-fib. By some miracle, her heart has gone into v-fib. I almost pass out from shock, before the male paramedic's voice snaps me out it.

"She's in v-fib, charging the paddles!"

The man grabs the defibrillators, charging them at 360 immediately before applying the gel and rubbing them together.

"Charged at 360, off... CLEAR!"

Her chest arches up as the shock goes through her body. She lands back on the stretcher. We look at the monitor.

"Still v-fib, charging again... CLEAR!"

Her chest shoots up from the shock before landing again.

"Still no response, c'mon girl, you can do it... CLEAR!"

Her chest jumps up for third time, landing with a thud.

"One more time, charging..."

... Please...

"CLEAR!"

Her torso lifts off the stretcher and stays in the air for 2 seconds as the male paramedic holds down on the buttons. She crashes down, her breasts jiggling, her arms flopping, and her hair flailing. Then silence. We both look at the montior.

...

BIP

Tears start streaming down my face as I look at the monitor. A slow weak rhythm is produced on the screen. After almost an hour in cardiac arrest, she has a pulse.

"She's back! Her pulse is weak but she's breathing again!" The male paramedic shouts to the female paramedic driving. He turns back to me as he removes the intubation tube and tape and puts an oxygen mask on her face.

"We still gotta pump her stomach to get those painkillers out, but I think she'll pull through. You got yourself a fighter, son."

I nearly collapse as I move over to her face, holding it gently in my hands as the tears continue running. A couple minutes ago, I thought she was dead. I thought I had lost the love of my life. By all statistics and laws of nature, she was dead. Her heart had not beaten for nearly an hour. But as I lie next to her, putting on hand on her bruised chest, I feel it.

Ba... Bum

Her heart beating... She's alive... My god, she's alive.

We arrive at the hospital a little while later. The paramedics go over the details with the doctors and nurses as they take her to the ER to pump her stomach, telling me to stay in the waiting room in the meantime. I don’t want to, but I reluctantly agree. Time passes, how much I don’t know, but enough for me to worry. Is the procedure going okay? Did she go into cardiac arrest again? Is she okay? These thoughts eat at me as the minutes pass. Then after what feels like an eternity, a doctor walks in and calls me.

"Are you related to the victim?"

"No, but I am her boyfriend. Is she okay?"

"The stomach pump procedure was a success. She took a substantial amount of painkillers, but luckily you caught her at just the right time, otherwise she probably would no longer be with us."

His response sends a chill down my spine. If I had arrived at her dorm even a minute later, she’d had been dead. "So she’s okay?"

"It was close, but she's stable. She'll pull through."

"Thank you… May I see her?"

"She’s under anesthesia, but yes, you may."

He gives me directions and the room number. I immediately head over. As I walk, I mentally prepare myself for what I have to see. Finally, I make it to the room. I hesitate slightly. What am I going to see? Will she go back into cardiac arrest as soon as I enter? No. Don’t think about that. Just enter. I enter her room. I stand at the entrance, almost too shocked to move. There at the end of the room is my girlfriend, by some miracle still alive. She lays on a bed wearing a hospital gown, her eyes still closed, an intubation tube in mouth as she’s hooked up to a ventilator. I can see the electrode wires under the gown, connected to an EKG. A stable sinus rhythm goes through the monitor. As I get closer, I notice the color has returned to her face slightly. There's a chair right next to the bed, so I sit on it, looking at my girlfriend as her chest rises and falls with every artificial breath from the ventilator. As soon as I sit on the chair, my body nearly goes limp. From the time I got to her dorm to the second I sat in the chair, I'd been overwhelmed with stress and anxiety, thinking my girlfriend had accidentally killed herself. Now as I sit next to her, listening to the "BIP BIP BIP" on the monitor, my mind can finally relax. As I start drifting off to sleep, I repeat to myself: "Everything will be okay."

The next day, she woke up. I immediately went to comfort her, tell her what happened, and tell her to simply rest. The doctors kept her in the hospital for a couple more days to evaluate her condition. I was by her side the entire time. Finally, almost a week after her overdose and cardiac arrest, she was discharged from the hospital. We didn’t talk much as we drove back to the dorms, but I held her hand the entire way back. We arrived a couple minutes later. After closing the door to my dorm behind me, we stared at each other, not saying a word. Her bluish-green eyes were still as beautiful as the first time I saw them. And to think I was close to never seeing them again. I guess the reality of the situation and the emotions finally caught up to the both of us, as the next thing I know, we're in each other's arms, crying. We cry in an embrace for a good while, eventually devolving into silent weeping. She motions for us to go to my bed. I pick her up and carry her over, gently laying her down before laying next to her, holding each other in a tight embrace. As we hold each other, I put one ear close to her chest.

Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum.

Listening to her heart, it serves as a reminder. A reminder that she, despite having been clinically dead for almost an hour, is alive.

For the next few weeks, even months, we were never apart for more than an hour at a time. Her cardiac arrest had shook us pretty badly, so we felt calmer and safer when we were around each other. We were a lot more physical than we’d been before, embracing and holding much more often, as if every time we were together could’ve possibly been the last time. Then a little later on, she asked me to answer what I’ve been avoiding ever since that day:

"Do you still have a resus fetish?"

The question was harder for me to answer than I thought it'd be. Her overdose and cardiac arrest had reminded me of the morbid life and death reality of resus. The fact that she would’ve died if I had been even a minute late added to the looming sense of guilt I had regarding my fetish. And yet, a part of me, despite it all, still found it enticing, still found it exhilarating, still found it… Arousing. So I answered as honestly as I could:

"I guess my answer is yes and no. No because I feared of one day having to actually perform CPR on you in a life threatening situation. If I hadn’t gotten to you in time, you would’ve been dead, and that… That fills me with guilt and fear and anxiety. But at the same time… I can’t help finding it so damn enticing. *Sigh* I don’t know right now."

She sat next to me, thinking what to say next. It was silence for a bit before she turned to me again.

"So it’s… complicated now."

"Yeah, that’s the long and short of it. Maybe I’ll know later on, but for now, it’s in limbo."

"Well, I don’t blame you. With what happened to me, I’d suspect you’d have some trauma associated with it now. I guess the best thing to do is… Let some time pass, let us heal. And eventually, when we’re both ready, we’ll know how you feel."

She gently caresses my cheek as she finishes talking, reassuring me that everything will be okay. I put my hand up to hers and hold it there for a couple seconds.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The world disappears as we gently kiss. She’s right. Whatever my feelings are, whatever the future may hold, when we’re ready, we take it on together.

TWO YEARS LATER

A year after my girlfriend’s overdose and cardiac arrest, we graduated college. We spent the next few months job searching and house hunting, eventually getting a nice two room apartment. Finding a job was a little harder, but we eventually landed on something we enjoyed. We spent a lot of time together as the days passed by, enjoying life and time with each other. Then two years after that day, I got the courage to ask her the most important question of my life.

"Will you marry me?"

She said yes. It was the happiest moment of our lives. And to think if I had arrived to her dorm late, none of this would’ve happened. Our wedding was a couple weeks later. Standing at the altar, seeing her in her wedding dress, it filled me with a sense of joy I could never describe. When we arrived to our honeymoon hotel, I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from the trip over. She took notice.

"Well, someone’s a bit tired, hmmm~?"

"You kidding? After the trip here, I could sleep for days."

"Well, that would be a waste of a honeymoon, now wouldn’t it?"

"You’re saying you wouldn’t prefer a honeymoon where we just slept all day and cuddled?"

"Mmm, enticing, yes, but I have a few… ideas on how we can spend the night."

"Oh? What were you thinking?"

"Well first, let me take a shower. You can go after me, and then we’ll get down to business."

"Sounds like a plan."

After her shower, it was my turn. As the water came down on me, I started wondering what her "ideas" were. Maybe it was something romantic, or sentimental, or… Kinky. I could feel the blood flow heading towards somewhere private as I was thinking. Whatever her "ideas" were, the possibilities were already getting me going. I finished my shower and dried myself off before heading back out to the beds. She told me to not put on any clothes after I got out. I looked towards the bed, and there she was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me. Then I noticed what was next to her. It was a bag. A bag I hadn’t touched in 2 years but immediately recognized.

"Babe… Is that-"

"Yeah. It is."

"How- where-"

"I snuck it into the car when you weren’t looking before we came over here. When you faceplanted onto the bed, I put it in the closet so you wouldn’t see it before now."

"You-"

"I don’t know about you—and if you don’t want to, I understand—but I think… Enough time has passed. We’ve both healed physically and emotionally, and… It’s a special night. So…"

She opens the bag, revealing our CPR role-play equipment inside. She takes out the ambu-bag and stethoscope and holds them in her hands.

"Ready to find out how you feel?"

A million thoughts rush through my head, but one thought stands above all: I love this woman.

"Yes."

"Well what are you waiting for? C'mere, doctor. I’m feeling faint."

I make my way over as she lays down on the bed. I stand over her looking at her beautiful body. I take the stethoscope, putting on the earplugs and placing the bell on her chest. I listen to the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

Ba-bum, Ba-bum, Ba-bum.

And so, we begin.

"26 year-old female. No pulse, no breathing. She’s in cardiac arrest. Starting CPR."

THE END

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callingacode · 8 months ago

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Seeing you posted already about prefering women over man just for curiosty: what is the most sensual/attractive part of CPR for you?

To be honest - what's great about cpr/resus as a kink or fetish compared to slot of kinks - it takes aspects and regular things like breath control and adds an extremely unique spin to them.

On an emotional/"Sensual" side of things -

To use breath control as an example though which I can explain myself through - while breath control can fun as a concept, you know someone messing with you in that way. When we look at breath control through the lense of something like a medical fetish/CPR and resus, were more talking about something like mouth 2 mouth rescue breathing, use of oxygen masks/ambu bags/anesthesia masks and (depending how abstract you wanna get) gas masks as well. And as a victim/patient/submissive in this role, having your breath controlled, it's not only that but it's a unique emotional impact it has with a partner - it's not just you having your breathing controlled, it's the idea of being COMPLETELY reliant on the other person to breathe for you, your life and most basic human functions are your partner's to control/look after/monitor. It's also far more emotionally intimate in that way having doctor/nurse and patient/victim type kink roles rather than looking in an abstract Dom/sub dynamic.

This same sort of feeling can be easily extended to that of having to do chest compressions on someone or having to have chest compressions done on you, it's again, that complete giving up on control and reliance and also trust/faith/belief in your partner to save you/keep you alive. And that to me is a much much much more emotionally intimate scenario than kink can otherwise provide.

On the more attractive/physical aspects of it -

Firstly - women just are undeniably hot, and I mean all women. Short stacks/Tall queens, Chubby/Thin, Thicc/Thin, big or small busts, I don't care, I love them. If it's a guy, it's like Femboy or nothing at all really; sorry.

Secondly, the physical action of doing CPR on someone, even if only fake/kinky is not really all that "fun" or at least doesn't sound that fun- while it has good emotional overtones that I mentiones above, especially for both sides. The passion that can be put into having to do CPR on your partner is definitely fun - CPR is fkn exhausting lmao. So for me, the "physical" aspect of the kink comes in the form of just more medfet generally. So being gently monitored/looked after and checked over my a nurse can be quite again, a cute/soft physical interaction. Maybe it's the gentle caressing of someone while putting them to sleep with anesthesia. Maybe it's pressing a stethoscope around another woman's chest to listen to their heart...

There are alot of things that are explicitly sexual and are actually just really basic stuff but are extremely fucking hot/cute and intimate to me. Such things, like those 2 I just mentioned being up all the nice gentle/tender feelings that would exist between a nurse/patient that I love, again it's the level of trust/control being given up/care/passion from both sides that come out in these interactions.

Hope this answers your questions.

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narangmedical · 2 years ago

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NET brand Ambu Type Bag (Artificial Resuscitator), Adult (Autoclavable) Black Rubber can be supplied with or without super face mask ... https://www.narang.com/anaesthesia-equipments-products/black-rubber/AN002c.php

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hartdoc · 5 hours ago

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FAQ Resus edition.

Age: 25

Sex: M Location: Mexico RP?: Yes please Role played: Both patient or doctor Male or female patient: both Things you like about resus: Drama, vulnerability, deep strong chest compressions and defibs, intensity in the situation Things in resus you don’t like: mmm... IDK Certified IRL: no Related kinks: Cardiophile. Cardio torture, Breathplay, medical play, BDSM Favorite scene from TV or movie: The CPR scene on Ava Gaudet from "Evil Angel" (2009) Favorite “professional” video: Macey Fitness test, Cardiovert Her 4 and 6, most of Amirah and LIa Taylor's vids from OPANDER. Equipment owned: SPO2, Steth, BP Cuff, a shoddy old oxygen mask from a nebulizer. Survive or Time Called: Both, survive a little more

Favorite type of Artificial respiration: ambu bag, m2m Paddles or AED:Paddles, the more gel the better Amount of clothing. Full nudity ideally. Less is more lol Cause of arrest: heart attack (e. g. during stress test), medical experiment, cardiac torture, drowning, electric shock accident. On scene or hospital: Both

First memory about resus: A scene from an old TV show. Don't remember the details Celebrity you would most want to see do a scene: Victoria Justice, Morena Baccarin, Emily Ratajkowski

#cardiophile #cpr #ask me anything

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sqinsights · 1 year ago

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Breathing Life into Market Trends: A Breath of Fresh Air in Manual Resuscitators

Welcome to the riveting world of manual resuscitators — those unsung heroes of emergency medical care that are quietly saving lives, one breath at a time. In this blog, we’ll take a journey through the ins and outs of the Global Manual Resuscitators Market, exploring the growth factors, market dynamics, and the breath of innovation that keeps this industry pumping.

Breathing New Life into Market Trends:

The Global Manual Resuscitators Market has been exhaling growth, reaching a size of USD 489.5 million in 2021 and showing no signs of running out of air. It’s like the superhero of the medical device world, with the self-inflating resuscitator taking the lead role and stealing the show with a 5.67% CAGR. Move over Marvel, we’ve got manual resuscitators on the scene!

Behind the Mask:

Unmasking the Market Insights Picture this: paramedics, first responders, and healthcare professionals wielding bag-valve-mask (BVM) resuscitators like medical wizards. These devices, the unsung knights of emergency care, are on a mission to provide manual air and positive pressure ventilation to patients gasping for breath. It’s a breath-taking saga, and the market is loving it.

Factors Fuelling the Respiratory Resurgence:

Why the sudden surge in the manual resuscitators market, you ask? Well, it’s not just a breath of fresh air; it’s a breath of necessity. The increasing incidence of respiratory conditions is putting these devices in the spotlight. Thanks to the growing awareness of the need for prompt resuscitation, these manual marvels are becoming the go-to solution for healthcare professionals.

Market Challenges:

A Few Hiccups in the Breath of Growth But, like any hero’s journey, there are challenges to face. The market must grapple with the time and expenses required for proper training — after all, being a manual resuscitator operator is no easy feat. And let’s not forget the competition from automated ventilation devices — the Darth Vaders of the resuscitation galaxy.

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Market Snapshot:

A Glimpse into the Future Fast forward to 2030, and the market is projected to reach USD 804.11 million. The self-inflating resuscitator steals the show, growing faster than a speeding bullet at a 5.67% CAGR. North America takes the lead, with the United States flexing its healthcare infrastructure muscles.

Market Segmentation:

It’s All in the Breath The market is not a one-size-fits-all affair. It’s a diverse landscape, with types like self-inflating resuscitators, t-piece resuscitators, and flow-inflating resuscitators taking center stage. Modality adds another layer — disposable and reusable manual resuscitators each have their moment in the spotlight.

Regional Rendezvous:

North America Takes the Breath Away North America stands tall as the largest region, with the United States playing the lead role. Europe follows suit, with Germany stepping into the spotlight. It’s like a blockbuster movie, with healthcare infrastructure and medical device quality as the star-studded cast.

Breathing Dynamics:

Drivers and Restraints The plot thickens with drivers like the increased focus on emergency care and the rising incidence of respiratory disorders pushing the narrative forward. But, beware of the antagonists — inadequate training and cross-contamination concerns threaten to add plot twists.

Competitive Landscape:

Heroes and Villains of the Market In this market saga, we have a mix of established players and innovative startups. Ambu A/S, Medline Industries, Inc., and Laerdal Medical are the superheroes, with Fisher & Paykel Healthcare introducing a portable manual resuscitator that’s lighter than a feather.

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Technological Advancements and Global Focus The market is not stuck in the past. It’s embracing technological advancements, with ergonomic designs and integrated monitoring stealing the show. There’s a global focus on improved emergency care, with patients and medical practitioners demanding advanced manual resuscitators.

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A Breath-Taking Finale And there you have it — the saga of the Global Manual Resuscitators Market. It’s not just about numbers; it’s about the breath-taking journey of these life-saving devices. As the market continues to grow, manual resuscitators remain at the forefront of emergency medical care, ready to breathe life into critical situations.

So, the next time you see a manual resuscitator, remember — it’s not just a device; it’s a breath of fresh air in the world of healthcare. Stay breathing, stay alive!

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“A bag valve mask, abbreviated to BVM and sometimes known by the proprietary name Ambu bag or generically as a manual resuscitator or "self-inflating bag", is a hand-held device commonly used to provide positive pressure ventilation to patients who are not breathing or not breathing adequately. The other principal type of manual resuscitator (flow-inflation) is heavily used in non-emergency applications in the operating room to ventilate patients during anesthesia induction and recovery. "Bagging" the patient [2] and is regularly necessary in medical emergencies when the patient's breathing is insufficient (respiratory failure) or has ceased completely (respiratory arrest). ? The face mask is properly applied and the "bag" is squeezed, the device forces air through into the patient's lungs; when the bag is released.! Gas inside the inflatable bag portion to be force-fed to the patient via a one-way valve when compressed by the rescuer; the gas is then ideally delivered through a mask and into the patient's trachea, bronchus and into the lungs. In order to be effective, a bag valve mask must deliver between 500 and 800 milliliters of air to a normal male adult patient's lungs. The trachea (or windpipe), so any regurgitation is less likely to enter the lungs, and so that forced inflation pressure can only go into the lungs and not inadvertently go to the stomach.

When using a manual resuscitator, as with other methods of positive-pressure ventilation, the lungs are force-inflated with pressurized air or oxygen. This inherently leads to risk of various complications, many of which depend on whether the manual resuscitator is being used with a face mask or ET tube. Complications are related to over-inflating or over-pressurizing the patient, which can cause: (1) air to inflate the stomach (called gastric insufflation); (2) lung injury from over-stretching (called volutrauma); and/or (3) lung injury from over-pressurization (called barotrauma). The intent is for the force-delivered air or oxygen to inflate the lungs. However air entering the patient also has access to the stomach via the esophagus, which can inflate if the resuscitator is squeezed too hard (causing air flow that is too rapid for the lungs to absorb alone) or too much (causing excess air to divert to the stomach)."[11] Gastric inflation can lead to vomiting and subsequent aspiration of stomach contents into the lungs, which has been cited as a major hazard of bag-valve-mask ventilation,[12] with one study suggesting this effect is difficult to avoid even for the most skilled and experienced users,`

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Passionate Resuscitation Pt. 1 I can remember when it started. It was the scene in Superman Returns where Superman is at the hospital after falling from the sky. His suit being ripped off, showing his bare chest, the ambu bag over his mouth and nose, and finally the way his chest rose after being shocked by the device I didn’t know the name of yet. It awoke something in me, a desire, an obsession (it also may’ve awoken my bisexuality, but that’s another story). I wasn’t sure what it was, all I knew at the time was that that scene turned me on.

It took me years of watching similar scenes, doing research, and a couple fantasies to figure out what was going on: I was a cardiophile with a resus fetish. The sight of someone under CPR, using defibrillators to shock someone’s heart, heartbeats themselves, it really got me going, and it only grew as I went through adolescence, especially through high school and college. Of course, I kept all of this to myself for years. I didn’t let anyone know about my fetish, I COULDN’T let anyone know about it, because what would they think? Particular and strange fetishes are already generally frowned upon, and a resus fetish definitely fits into that category. So, I kept my fetish, my obsession, my desires, all to myself. That was until SHE came into the picture.

In many ways, she was my dream girl. Long curly red hair, mesmerizing bluish-green eyes, ruby red lips, silky smooth pale skin, an hourglass build, and of course, big round tits and a dump-truck ass. Men would give up an arm and a leg to be with her, women would get plastic surgery to look like her. Her looks weren’t the only thing she had going for her though. She was outgoing, she was funny, she was kind, she was caring, she took charge when need be, she was the life of the party. In other words, she was completely out of my league. Well that’s what I thought at first.

I’d seen her from time to time in previous years, but we officially met on the first day of the new semester. I was early to class and so I found a seat and just chilled. Then she walked in. I was mesmerized by her immediately. Then I realized she was heading in my direction. I slightly panicked a bit before she asked if the seat right next to me was taken. I said it wasn’t, and the next thing I knew this gorgeous lady was sitting right next to me. As we waited for class to start, she asked me if I had a spare pencil. I said yes, and gave it to her. Then she started asking me questions, simple ones like where I’m from, what other classes I was taking, my hobbies, interests, stuff like that. I was surprised by two things: 1. How easy it was to talk with her, and 2. How she was willing to talk to me, a random guy she just met, and how quickly we connected. We continued talking until the professor showed up and class officially started. As the lecture went on and on, I kept sneaking glances at her, checking her out. A few times, as I turned my eye to look at her, I thought I saw her eyes turning to look somewhere else. Was- was she checking ME out too? No way, how could this bombshell be checking me out? I didn’t think I was remotely attractive or close to her type, so I must be going crazy, right? Before I knew it, class ended, and I was getting my stuff to leave, but before I headed for the door, she gave me something, a folded piece of paper. She told me to read it when I went back to my dorm room, and gave me a wink before she left the classroom. This isn’t real, right?

I couldn’t stop thinking about the paper all day. I was anxious, waiting as the hours ticked by so I could immediately head for my dorm. Then, finally, the day was over and I went straight to my dorm. Upon arriving, I closed the door, sat on my bed, and opened the paper. On the paper was a phone number, as well as a note that read "You’re fun, call me sometime <3." Oh yeah, this was real.

Over the few weeks, we spent a lot of time together. Talking, studying, walking, reading, drawing, the works. We grew close, one thing led to another, and before I knew it, we confessed to each other. I couldn’t believe my luck, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, who I liked, liked me too. A part of me still thought this was all a dream, but when she kissed me, when she put her lips on mine, I knew it was real. This woman liked me, and she was now my girlfriend. I was in love. And for a while, I forgot all about my fetish. Until it happened.

She was visiting my dorm room for a studying session. I had to use the bathroom, so I left her unattended for a while as I did my business, as well as sprucing myself up a bit. When I exited the bathroom, I noticed she was sitting on my bed looking at a journal. I thought at first it was her note journal for class, but as I got closer, I realized it was one of MY journals, more specifically a sketch journal. When she noticed I was out of the bathroom, she turned to me and asked me what this was. She turned the journal around to show me what she was looking at and my stomach dropped. On the page she had open was a sketch of girl under CPR, with an intubation tube in her mouth. I froze. I started stuttering as she looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. Then I took a few deep breaths, sat down next to her, and began to talk.

I told her everything. About my resus fetish, about being a cardiophile, when it started, the whole story. She only interrupted once, when she pointed out that I liked to lay on her chest a lot, and that now she knew the reason why. After it was all said and done, we sat there together in silence. I couldn’t think of anything to say, and I was slightly embarrassed now that she knew about my fetish and the fantasies I had. I wasn’t sure what she would think. Maybe she thought I was a freak and was thinking how to tell me she was breaking up with me. Before I could think farther however, I felt her hand on mine. I turned to look at her, and found myself mesmerized by her eyes. Looking into them, I got the feeling that she was telling me things would be okay.

Before I could say anything else, she got off the bed and onto the floor. I asked her what she was doing, and she looked before saying "This is your fetish, isn’t it? I want to help you make it a reality." To say I was caught off guard would be an understatement. I was in shock. Was- was she really willing to let me do this stuff on her? No way. I asked if she meant it, to which she responded with astounding "hell yes." This was really happening, wasn’t it? With only a bit of hesitation, I got down on my knees next to her, while she laid herself on the floor. I sat there for a bit taking it all in, staring at her body. She was wearing a wonderful cotton beige turtleneck sweater which did a nice job of showing off her tits, and some tight denim jeans which also did a nice job showing off ass. I sat in a daze for a few seconds admiring her beauty before she called out to me, snapping me out of my trance. Once I gathered myself, we began.

The first thing I did was tell her to pretend to be dead. A little blunt, but we were both beginners in this situation so being clear was a must. She nodded before closing her eyes, parting her mouth a bit and let out a sigh like she’d just released her last breath. Her body relaxed, and her head fell to her right side so she could sneak glances at me. With that step done, I put two fingers on her neck. She had a pretty neck, one that was well defined, not too short, not too long. It also had some marks on it from when we made out last night and I nibbled on her neck a bit. I placed my fingers on her neck just below her jawline to feel for her pulse. Of course, since she was alive and breathing, it was there. I felt it beat under my fingers, around 60 beats per minute, the average amount. Despite already checking her pulse, I couldn’t help but place my ear on her chest and listen to her heart beating.

Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum.

It was soothing, hypnotizing almost. I guess she knew this too since she put her hand on my head and gently scratched it. I stayed there laying on her chest for a minute before snapping out of my trance, looking at her and joking "aren’t you supposed to be dead?" We both giggled at my joke before she kissed my forehead and resumed her "dead" state. I put a finger up to her nose to feel her breathing. Again, since she was alive, of course she was breathing. She breathed gently in and out through her nose. Now that’ve checked all the areas, I now began the main attraction.

"No pulse, no breathing. Starting CPR." I had longed to say those words for years, and it felt satisfying to say them out loud, in a roleplay with my beautiful girlfriend no less. I began with rescue breathing. I gently lifted her chin up, and opened her mouth slightly more. I warned her that I would be pinching her nose shut, to which she gave me a thumbs up. With that, I gently pinched her nose with my thumb and index finger. I breathed deeply in, before I lowered my head to her mouth. The red lipstick she applied today made her lips stand out more so than usual, it made me crave her. Finally, I put my mouth over hers and gave her a slow breath into her lungs. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her chest rise before going down gently. I repeated the process again: I breathed in, locked our mouths together, let out the breath into her lungs, then watched as her chest rose and fell, like clockwork.

With the rescue breaths done, it was now time for chest compressions, the part of CPR that really got me going next to defibrillation. I again warned her of what I would be doing, to which she gave her consent, nodding her head. I moved over to her torso, and decided I would tease her a little bit by gliding my fingers over her body before I reached her sternum in between her breasts. The smile that briefly crossed her face confirmed that she liked it. I placed one open hand on her chest, and the other clenched over that hand. I was ready. With both hands in place, I gently pushed on her chest, then let it return to its previous position manually. I did 29 more compressions for an even 30, the required amount. With every compression, she let out a huff of breath and her head slightly jiggled as I gently pushed her chest in. Needless to say, I was very turned on. After completing the set of compressions. I once again found myself staring at her body. She laid there, perfectly still, eyes still closed, and lips slightly parted, as if she was really dead, waiting for my next move. I watched as her chest slightly rose and fell, then I had an idea. I leaned over to her face and quietly whispered "I think your clothes might be restricting your air flow. I’m going to have take them off." The smile that appeared on her face was the confirmation I needed. "Does she really like this?" I thought to myself. "Is she enjoying this as much as I do?" If that was indeed the case, then I might just well be the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. Without anymore hesitation, I gently picked her head and body up and started taking her sweater off of her. Once it was off, I also took off her bra as well. It was white lace, the one she knew I liked. With her bra and sweater off, I gently lowered her down on the ground again. As her head touched the ground, she opened her eyes and looked at me. I moved my hand to gently caress her cheek. She put up her own hand to hold mine in place there. I then lowered my head and gently kissed her. A kiss full of love and compassion for one another. She trusted me, and I trusted her. After a few minutes like this, she closed her eyes again and went back into her "dead" state. It was back to work.

After two rescue breaths, I turned my attention once again to her chest. With her sweater and bra now off, her bare chest were now exposed and I once again found myself mesmerized by her tits. They were big (D-cup), soft, and round, and her pink nipples, thanks to being in the open air, were rock hard. I had the desire to start sucking on them, but I reminded myself to stick to the task at hand. A real medic wouldn’t stop to suck on their patient’s breast while they were in cardiac arrest. I think. Anyway, I once again put my hands over her sternum and began chest compressions, counting each one as I pushed her chest in. Her breasts jiggled which each compression, and her stomach bulged out slightly as her chest caved in. If I wasn’t turned on before. I definitely was now.

We continued our CPR roleplay for what felt like hours. As time ticked by, I got more into it. I was more urgent, I went a little faster with the chest compressions, I’d check her pulse and pretend like there still was none and resume CPR, I started calling out her name, and begging her to stay with me and to breathe. I was fully immersed in what we were doing, I was enjoying it, and I think she was too. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to have her right then and there. I went over to her lips, but instead of doing rescue breaths, I started kissed her. She was taken aback a little by this at first, but a second later, she started kissing back, wrapping her arms around me, and pulling me close while my hands caressed her cheeks as we kissed passionately. I pulled my shirt off and threw it aside, and began taking off my pants as she did the same. We were now fully naked in my dorm room, and we were making love after I had performed CPR on the woman of my dreams. I had never felt a higher feeling of satisfaction and pleasure as I had on that day.

After it was over, we laid there on the floor, panting, sweating, completely out of breath from the vigorous sex we’d just had. I got up, then proceeded to pick her up from off the ground and laid her down on my bed. I then went to bathroom, grabbed a towel, then went back and wiped off the sweat from her beautiful body. I asked her if she wanted any water, to which she replied yes. I went to the mini-fridge I had and grabbed a bottle for the both of us. Once she drank out of it, I had a swig as well. She then asked me if I wanted HER to dry ME off with the towel. I accepted, and she wiped the sweat off me as well. After she was done, she threw the towel to the side, and pulled me onto the bed. Once I was on, she wrapped her arms around me, and I did the same.

We laid there for a while in each other’s arms, not saying anything, but looking in each other’s eyes and occasionally taking turns kissing one another in whatever body part we felt like. After a while like this, she asked me a question: "How come you didn’t tell me about your fetish before?" I replied honestly, confessing that I thought she’d consider me some type of freak, and not want anything to do with me. She raised her hand to caress my cheek, told me that would’ve never happened. She loved me because she thought I was cute and funny and kind and fun to be around, and having fetish wouldn’t change any of that. She followed this by saying that she liked what we did, that there was something sexy about it, and that she wouldn’t mind doing it again. Her reassurance, combined with knowing that she indeed liked what we did… It hit hard. Before I knew it, I was crying. Someone had not only accepted me, but accepted my fetish too, and I couldn’t help but cry. She held me in her arms close to her chest, as the tears flowed from eyes, gently rubbing my head, and gently planting soft kisses on it. When the tears finally slowed down, we looked each other in the eyes again. Then I did something I had wanted to do for a while. I told her to lay on her back for a second, which she did. Then I placed my hand on her chest, right on top of where her beautiful heart was. I felt it beat under my hand. A steady 60 beats per minute. Then, I planted a kiss right on that spot. She asked me what that was, and I answered "I just kissed your heart." Once again, she pulled me in close, gave me the biggest hug anyone had ever given me and called me the cutest guy she’s ever met. We laid there for a few minutes, as I rested my head on her chest, listening to the sound of her heartbeat.

Though, as I laid there, I found myself thinking "What if I had to perform actual CPR on her? Would that ever happen? Would I be able to save her? Would I still have a resus fetish afterwards?" I forced myself to stop thinking about it, no way was I going to let thoughts like that ruin this moment. Luckily, it was then that she made a joke about how we were supposed to be studying, and instead had a fake medical emergency and sex. We laughed at this for a while before I asked her if she wanted to shower. She of course accepted my offer, and we headed to the bathroom, thoughts of what had happened today and what would happen in the future floating in our heads.

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Supermodel Overdose

Alma Leichten was a 25 year old German supermodel who many would consider to be a perfect 10. She was tall and thin, standing at 5’10 with blonde hair, blue eyes, and perky c cup breasts. Alma was here in the United States for a few weeks for a couple of modelling events, photo shoots, and interviews. It was a busy trip for Alma, but nothing out of the ordinary.

From the outside looking in, Alma seemed to have it all: she was rich, famous, and beautiful. But behind closed doors, Alma felt overwhelmed by her newfound money and fame, and was very self conscious since the modelling and fashion industry are very superficial and appearance oriented. Because she felt overwhelmed, Alma unfortunately picked up the bad habit of taking drugs on occasion to cope with her overwhelming feelings. Generally she’d take benzodiazepines such as Xanax or clonazepam because of their anxiolytic properties. However, last night, Alma pushed her limits and it proved to be a fatal mistake.

At approximately 8pm last night, EMS was dispatched to an expensive hotel downtown to respond to a call about an unresponsive female. When emergency services were taken up to Alma’s room by hotel security, they found her on the floor limp and unconscious, grunting and groaning. One of the medics shined a pen light into her eyes and noticed dilated pupils, but her eyes were twitching and shifting back and forth. It was determined she was having an atonal focal seizure, so the medics decided to inject a round of Ativan and begin setting up an IV and a portable heart monitor.

The Ativan was able to get the seizure under control within a minute or so. The heart monitor was set up in the meantime and gave the medics the supermodel’s initial vital signs. She was bradycardic at 42bpm and hypotensive with a BP of 71/38. The ECG showed a prolonged PR interval with possible atrioventricular node dysfunction.

While EMS continued examining Alma, one of the hotel security guards handed the medics 2 empty pill bottles. One was for clonazepam and the other was for oxycodone. Both were empty, but the question that needed further answering was: how much did she take, and did she take these medications together? The answer to that was unclear at the time, but this is a potentially lethal interaction. Clonazepam is a strong benzodiazepine, while oxycodone is a strong opioid. Benzos and opioids don’t mix well together since they’re both depressants, so when mixed together, those type of effects are amplified and can alter the patient’s breathing, heart rate, and level of consciousness. Another security guard also found an empty mini bottle of rum inside the end table. Benzos and opioids are a bad interaction to begin with, but it’s even worse when alcohol is added to the mix. EMS knew this young lady was in rough shape, so they decided to push a dose of naloxone to see if she responded to that.

However, she failed to respond to the opioid agonist and remained in the same state. Since her blood pressure and heart rate were low, EMS decided to hang a bag of normal saline to see if that could increase her heart rate, even on a temporary basis.

Just as that IV bag was hung, it was discovered that Alma converted to pulseless bradycardia (a form of PEA), so one of the medics initiated chest compressions while the other began rapid sequence intubation. The young lady’s chest caved in rhythmically and her toned belly bounced outwards from the residual force of the resuscitation efforts. The 8.0 ET tube was carefully navigated into the model’s airway, and secured with a blue tube holder. Post intubation, the medics decided to push a round of epinephrine and atropine intravenously in an attempt to get Alma’s heart going again.

After a few cycles of compressions and ambu bagging, fine v-fib displayed on the monitors. The defibrillator paddles were gelled and charged to 200 joules, then pressed up against the German supermodel’s bare chest, delivering a shock once everyone backed away. Her chest shot up and her back arched for a moment before falling limp again. V-fib was still present after this shock, so a cycle of CPR was performed and a second shock was delivered in a timely matter. The 2nd shock caused Alma’s feet to leap up off the floor and slam back down half a second later, showing off the deep, prominent wrinkles in the soles of her size 11 feet. Luckily, shock #2 produced a pulse- albeit a weak one. Alma was bradycardic with the same prolonged PR interval, but the atrioventricular dysfunction was less apparent, but of course still there.

At that point, emergency services moved the German blonde onto a stretcher and covered up her bare torso. The hotel security guards showed the medics a service elevator that leads to a less conspicuous side exit so they didn’t have to wheel her through the crowded lobby and create a big scene.

The ride over to the hospital was uneventful. She remained unconscious and intubated, and her vital signs were still unstable for the duration of the ambulance ride. But nonetheless, arrived at the emergency department with a pulse.

After arriving at the hospital, the medics gave the ER team a brief explanation of what happened and what treatments/drugs were administered, and handed the patient off to the emergency department.

Alma was then transferred onto the ER table under the large overhead light. One of the ER nurses took over ambu bagging while an initial examination was performed by the emergency attending. The doctor ordered a CBC, a BMP, and a stat toxicology screening to see if they can have a better idea of what quantities of clonazepam, oxycodone, and alcohol were ingested. In the meantime while the labs were being drawn and processed, the ER team decided to perform a gastric lavage- AKA stomach pumping. This is a gastrointestinal decontamination process where the stomach contents are emptied in an attempt limit further ingestion of an unwanted substance (drugs in this case).

A 36 G lubricated lavage tube was inserted into Alma’s left nostril. The tube was gently navigated through the nasopharynx and into the esophagus. There was slight resistance upon entry to the esophagus, but a slight positional change of the tube quickly ameliorated the issue and the tube insertion was able to continue. The tube was passed through the inferior portion of the esophagus, past the pyloric sphincter, and placed into the correct location. The attending physician lowered their steth onto the patient’s belly and auscultated to confirm placement. What the doctor is listening for is abnormal gastric sounds or excess air, because that can limit the amount of stomach contents that could be withdrawn. But in this case, there were no abnormalities and the nasogastric tube was placed correctly.

A 200cc bolus of normal saline was run through the NG tube to begin the pumping portion of the procedure. Once the controlled aspiration began and the saline bolus was flushed, the team administered 50 CC’s of activated charcoal. This continues the controlled aspiration but also absorbs unwanted stomach contents.

After the gastric lavage was set up, the ER team decided to try another dose of naloxone and benzodiazepine agonists to see if the patient’s overall condition improved. Unfortunately in this case, the 2 medications failed to improve her overall condition. Even though naloxone and benzodiazepines are perfectly indicated in this situation, sometimes those agonists don’t work effectively in situations where a large amount of drugs were ingested, or if there’s a more complex toxicology issue taking place- eg. Multiple drugs mixed together, or another comorbidity on top of the overdose.

The ER team did all that they felt they could do, so Alma’s case was handed off to the ICU team for additional monitoring and treatment. Once in the ICU, the beautiful blonde was hooked up to a ventilator and was given meds to increase her heart rate and blood pressure, while continuing the stomach pumping and occasional administration of naloxone and benzo agonists. Even though this case was being handled by the book, the supermodel’s condition failed to improve in the slightest over the coming hours.

After several hours of circling the drain, Alma went into cardiac arrest for the 2nd time that evening. Her ICU room quickly became filled with nurses and other hospital personnel in the blink of an eye. One of the ICU nurses began performing chest compressions while another detached the ventilator and began ambu bagging. One person wheeled a crash cart into the patient’s room while another got the ICU attending and informed them of the code blue.

Alma’s chest was taking an absolute pounding. Her chest sunk inwards from the force of the strong compressions she received. Her perky breasts jiggled and her right arm dangled off the side of the bed, bobbing in sync with each individual compression. The monitors showed v-fib, so the defibrillator paddles were charged to 250 joules and placed onto the supermodel’s bare chest, and a shock was delivered. Her body jolted violently on the bed in response to the shock, but she still remained in v-fib. The paddles were ordered to be recharged but in the meantime, one of the ICU nurses resumed strong, rapid chest compressions, pumping away at Alma’s chest.

Once the paddles were recharged, they were placed back onto the beautiful lady’s bare chest, and the next shock was delivered at 300 joules. Alma’s toes curled at the other end of the table, showing off her neon pink nail polish, as well as the cute wrinkles throughout the soles of her feet. Unfortunately like before, this shock failed to produce ROSC, so the code continued.

The code began to become redundant- compressions, shock, meds, repeat. The longer the code went on, the more bleak the outlook was, and the more quiet the room got. At the start of the code, the room was loud and everyone was barking orders at each other. But eventually, the room was quiet since everything that was supposed to work was tried and simply wasn’t bringing the young German supermodel back to life. At the 20 minute mark of the ICU code, the team terminated their efforts and called time of death on Alma at 1:29AM while she was still in v-fib.

The beeping monitors were shut off and the ambu bag was detached. The EKG electrodes were detached and the defib gel was wiped off her chest. The NG tube was removed as were the IV lines. Lastly, her body was covered and a toe tag was placed, with the tag dangling in front of Alma’s beautiful soles. The German consulate was alerted of her death- this is common practice in the United States when a foreigner who isn’t residing in the US dies here. It's so the country’s consulate can confirm there wasn’t foul play in the individual’s death, and so the consulate can make proper arrangements to get the individual’s body back to the right country, and of course to notify the victim’s family/next of kin.

Alma’s toxicology screening came back in the middle of the night and had some alarming findings. She had ingested enough oxycodone to overdose but when combined with the clonazepam and alcohol, that only amplified the depressive effects of each substance, resulting in her tragic passing.

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