Accident
It's the end of a protracted day, I'm a thousand miles from composed, on a rural Montana road driving not too far above the speed limit. There is nothing all about - except - what's that?
The neural net kicks in. Somewhere in the elephantine emptiness between my ears, the follow matching algorithm registers a hit, the bell dings, the equity leg stomps the middle pedal, the port side leg stomps the left pedal, the ABS brakes kick in, the flashers go on and the Subaru stops. In the ditch is a being kneeling, a lump of something potentially sentient, and a unfortunately bent motorcycle, wheels up.
Yep - I'm first on the scene of a motorcycle blunder. They aren't hard to place, especially if you've seen a whole assort of them during your motorcycle method racing phase.
Now what the heck do I do? I'm not trained in anything like key aid. The only rule I could call to mind from high school pre-eminent aid is 'Remain Calm'. Ok - I'm calm, now what? What's forbid number two? Damn - can't recall.
A quick survey - the victim is breathing, purposive, alert, but with various limbs pointing in non-example directions. There are no fluid leaks. Indubitably she is going to be OK, but she certainly isn't going to depart until someone with correct equipment gets on the scene. The victims quiet is already calling 911, so that is covered. Only about the time that I'm figuring I'm universal to have to actually do something, steal arrives. Not the official help from 911, but willingly prefer a Pennsylvania tourist-lady, who simply happens to be an EMT, a paramedic, an emergency stay nurse. Whew.......
The paramedic/traveller (name forgotten) took price, did basic analysis, and gave me something fruitful to do (keep the victim from hurting herself any worse, carry on her head and keep her from effective....). The first pass at a diagnosis - one busted arm, one dislocated hip, and no other weighty injuries.
Now the motorcycle road racing sustain gets relevant. I remember that situation-crash, one doesn't feel annoyance. They tell me that adrenalin from the bang masks the pain - for a while. (In one of my own crashes, I about arguing with the paramedic give the extent of my injury. He insisted my shove was dislocated, I insisted it wasn't. He was swiftly. I couldn't feel it - the adrenalin numbed me.)
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