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Below is an email I sent off to my local club. In reading it and if you are associated with association park teams …. My local club had a De Febrillator and people trained in how to use them…
Hi Guys
What can I say, Donnie Warick sang in the movie Alfie, “What’s it all about Alfie”. My experiences the last few days tend to lead to throughs about fate, the meaning of life, what is it all about, 42 if have read Hitchers Guide to the Galaxy.
Words don’t come easy, however whoever it was in the over 45’s who both called the ambulance and administered early CPR, well without your actions you would not be reading this. In fact I should be dead on all evidence available.
I am alive today for only two reasons, first the efforts of the O 45’s and subsequent actions by the ambulance driver, second by most measures [for a 57 year old male] I am [was] in excellent physical health both strength and weight [weight recently BTW]. I mention the second as most of us that continue to play football do so for a variety of reasons, mateship , to be with friends, the love of the game and for many like me as a way of helping to keep fit and a chat with a beer after the game. Essentially being fit is very important in surviving an attack.
I have four great loves in life, my family, music, football and SCUBA diving. Hopefully I will be able to return to all these pleasures, but without doubt I can still enjoy my family and music. She who must be obeyed and I have been together since we were twenty, almost 38 years and she is still the single most important person to come into my life. The pleasure of planning our future still burns today and that we can still share a future is for both of us a joy and a huge thanks again.
What happened, and why so fast without any warning. On Saturday 31 March i.e.. the day of the attack I mowed our lawn [big block just over a third of an acre], walked to Eastwood with the wife for coffee, planed to watch the game between the Mariners and Brisbane with pizzas and beers at a mates place.
Got an sms about a match between the O 45’s and O 35 / 7’s, went to the match, and was the only O 35/7 there. Two sides I think six a side and being unknown to everyone I was sent up the front [so would have I in a similar position]. The game started and my guess was going for about a minute and I had hardly moved when I suddenly felt very short of breath and through my God I through I was a lot fitter than this, then I can recall starting to fall over. The next thing I remember is the ambulance driver arriving, then being placed in the ambulance and parts of the trip to Hospital.
I had both a swelling and narrowing of my artery a ticking time-bomb. The artery stopped pumping blood and my heart went on the attack and in an effort to get me working again starting beating at an uncontrollable rate and reached up to 280 beats a minute, my lungs refused to pump oxygen. There is a value at the top of your lungs and mind opened and filled my lungs with blood. So as I lay there my lungs were full of blood and my heart beating at roughly 280 beats a minute. Very few have survived this, talk about being in the right place at the right time. As I said earlier the call to describe my circumstances meaning the right type of ambulance was sent was life saving, as was the initial CPR treatment on the field, without both these being clinical in performance I would have died. You guys did an absolutely amazing job, all the medical staff have total me what you did was faultless and medically clinical. However I remember none of it which is maybe good or bad.
Those bits I remember of the ambulance trip had me thinking I am gone, a huge thanks to the Para-medic , he also did an amazing job at keeping me alive. At one stage I can recall him standing along side me and rolling me on my side strapping me in, and talking to me. I coughed and blood poured out of my mouth, I looked at the floor of the ambulance, it was covered in blood, I lost all bladder and bowel control, I could not breath [my lungs were full of blood] my heart was bursting [beating at 280 beats] I censed my eyes were starting to roll around inside my eye sockets. At this point I through I am going to die. The ambulance driver must have read the despair in me, he started telling me what to do and to live I had to stay awake and keep coughing out blood. By this time my body had totally shut down and what ever oxygen they could get in when I coughed out blood was going to my brain. The ambulance driver performed 7 De Fibrillation in the ambulance and somehow forced whatever oxygen he could get into my system into my brain.
I remember being taken out of the ambulance, the next thing I recall was Tuesday about 13:00 when I was woken out of a medical induced coma breathing using a breathing device. Sent home late on Good Friday. About 42 De Fibrillation in total, placed in a medical induced coma for four days, two stents put in my main artery, not a bad way to get a couple of weeks off work.
The present and future, there appears to be little long term damage, and that I should [he says hopefully] make a full recovery. As for football this season, that is a no no, so I need withdraw from this year.
It’s hard to think of how to say thankyou, I have an idea to float for discussion. When the two O 45’s teams play in the second round [obviously medically cleared], I sneak on the field for the opening minute and play 30 seconds for both teams and you guys let me bring drinks for that match.
Again from myself, my wife, boys, sister and other extended family and friends you have my deepest thanks and gratitude.
Cheers, Thanks and glad to be alive.
Glenn
Hi Guys
What can I say, Donnie Warick sang in the movie Alfie, “What’s it all about Alfie”. My experiences the last few days tend to lead to throughs about fate, the meaning of life, what is it all about, 42 if have read Hitchers Guide to the Galaxy.
Words don’t come easy, however whoever it was in the over 45’s who both called the ambulance and administered early CPR, well without your actions you would not be reading this. In fact I should be dead on all evidence available.
I am alive today for only two reasons, first the efforts of the O 45’s and subsequent actions by the ambulance driver, second by most measures [for a 57 year old male] I am [was] in excellent physical health both strength and weight [weight recently BTW]. I mention the second as most of us that continue to play football do so for a variety of reasons, mateship , to be with friends, the love of the game and for many like me as a way of helping to keep fit and a chat with a beer after the game. Essentially being fit is very important in surviving an attack.
I have four great loves in life, my family, music, football and SCUBA diving. Hopefully I will be able to return to all these pleasures, but without doubt I can still enjoy my family and music. She who must be obeyed and I have been together since we were twenty, almost 38 years and she is still the single most important person to come into my life. The pleasure of planning our future still burns today and that we can still share a future is for both of us a joy and a huge thanks again.
What happened, and why so fast without any warning. On Saturday 31 March i.e.. the day of the attack I mowed our lawn [big block just over a third of an acre], walked to Eastwood with the wife for coffee, planed to watch the game between the Mariners and Brisbane with pizzas and beers at a mates place.
Got an sms about a match between the O 45’s and O 35 / 7’s, went to the match, and was the only O 35/7 there. Two sides I think six a side and being unknown to everyone I was sent up the front [so would have I in a similar position]. The game started and my guess was going for about a minute and I had hardly moved when I suddenly felt very short of breath and through my God I through I was a lot fitter than this, then I can recall starting to fall over. The next thing I remember is the ambulance driver arriving, then being placed in the ambulance and parts of the trip to Hospital.
I had both a swelling and narrowing of my artery a ticking time-bomb. The artery stopped pumping blood and my heart went on the attack and in an effort to get me working again starting beating at an uncontrollable rate and reached up to 280 beats a minute, my lungs refused to pump oxygen. There is a value at the top of your lungs and mind opened and filled my lungs with blood. So as I lay there my lungs were full of blood and my heart beating at roughly 280 beats a minute. Very few have survived this, talk about being in the right place at the right time. As I said earlier the call to describe my circumstances meaning the right type of ambulance was sent was life saving, as was the initial CPR treatment on the field, without both these being clinical in performance I would have died. You guys did an absolutely amazing job, all the medical staff have total me what you did was faultless and medically clinical. However I remember none of it which is maybe good or bad.
Those bits I remember of the ambulance trip had me thinking I am gone, a huge thanks to the Para-medic , he also did an amazing job at keeping me alive. At one stage I can recall him standing along side me and rolling me on my side strapping me in, and talking to me. I coughed and blood poured out of my mouth, I looked at the floor of the ambulance, it was covered in blood, I lost all bladder and bowel control, I could not breath [my lungs were full of blood] my heart was bursting [beating at 280 beats] I censed my eyes were starting to roll around inside my eye sockets. At this point I through I am going to die. The ambulance driver must have read the despair in me, he started telling me what to do and to live I had to stay awake and keep coughing out blood. By this time my body had totally shut down and what ever oxygen they could get in when I coughed out blood was going to my brain. The ambulance driver performed 7 De Fibrillation in the ambulance and somehow forced whatever oxygen he could get into my system into my brain.
I remember being taken out of the ambulance, the next thing I recall was Tuesday about 13:00 when I was woken out of a medical induced coma breathing using a breathing device. Sent home late on Good Friday. About 42 De Fibrillation in total, placed in a medical induced coma for four days, two stents put in my main artery, not a bad way to get a couple of weeks off work.
The present and future, there appears to be little long term damage, and that I should [he says hopefully] make a full recovery. As for football this season, that is a no no, so I need withdraw from this year.
It’s hard to think of how to say thankyou, I have an idea to float for discussion. When the two O 45’s teams play in the second round [obviously medically cleared], I sneak on the field for the opening minute and play 30 seconds for both teams and you guys let me bring drinks for that match.
Again from myself, my wife, boys, sister and other extended family and friends you have my deepest thanks and gratitude.
Cheers, Thanks and glad to be alive.
Glenn
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