• Fosheze@lemmy.world
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    2 months ago

    First responder here. The DNR doesn’t mean a damn thing until it is literally in your hands. Until that time you respond as though there is no DNR. If you’re wrong and they did have one but just didn’t have it on hand then you accidentally save someones life, you’re still legally in the clear, and I guess they can just die sometime later. But if the DNR turns out not to be real/legitimate and you didn’t act just because you were told there was one then you just killed someone and you’re completly fucked.

    If you have a family member that has a DNR then be damn sure everyone knows where that thing is because unless you have it physically there when they are dieing then it doesn’t mean anything.

    Of course in places like nursing homes there is a different procedure. They know who has one on file and they will usually tell dispatch about it before the ambulance is even sent. But if it happens just in your home or someplace then the ambulance crew can’t just take your word for it; they need the document in hand.

  • quoll@lemmy.sdf.org
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    2 months ago

    i asked my first aid instructor about DNR and he responded with a very firm “you didn’t see it”.

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    2 months ago

    Man, fuck all the heroes in this thread.

    I’d 100% fuck with some neighbor asshole who resuscitated me into a life with a whole rack of broken ribs on top of all the other problems

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      Then get a fucking tattoo on your forehead saying Do Not Resuscitate.

      Otherwise I’m going to assume you want to live, like 99.9% of humanity when they need CPR.

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        2 months ago

        An honest, actual recovery with CPR is less than half of that 3% ‘success’ rate that gets bandied about. A true, ‘this person actually healed up and had a life afterwards’ recovery is less than half a percent.

        It’s freak accidents that happen to young people. Like 45 or younger.

        Most people getting CPR are medically fragile already-hence the fucking heart stoppage-and foisting a chestful of broken ribs on top of whatever chronic ailments they already have does nothing but extend their suffering.

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      2 months ago

      It’s on you for not telling anyone your intentions. Your decision. Your responsibility to make sure it’s adhered to. So start with informing people. Don’t get shocked that no one understands what you want without you telling them first. Own yourself.

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        16 days ago

        And how, precisely, am I supposed to tell random fucking jackoffs like in the story?

        None of you fucks even know what a DNR is, means, what it looks like, and not a single one of you cunts could be expected to uphold it even if you were told.

        You don’t get a special bracelet. This isn’t the ‘life alert’ infomercial. Tattoos mean absolutely nothing to medical professionals.

        You literally have to have a DNR on file, active, in your county of residence, and they have to look it up. Which will not happen until you’re already admitted.

        And if you get sent to a hospital in a different county? Because you’re visiting family or something? You’re fucked. You’re on a machine, keeping you alive. As long as your shitty relatives feel like it.

        I have no desire to die incoherent in a hospital with no concept of what’s going on other than everything is uncomfortable. And with the united state’s version of healthcare, I will have to make sure I die somewhere else.

        When I die, it isn’t fucking about you

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          16 days ago

          They aren’t random people. This was a neighbour. Tell your neighbours. They are right fucking there. Frankly you are the person you should be most mad at for being in your own way for this one. failing to not only get to know who Lives around you but also tell someone who’s not even a mile away from you you absolute Psychopath. That’s on you. You’re a fucking grown up. That’s entirely on you. Slip on your big person pants and get to work at owning your decisions by TELLING PEOPLE. Stop just sitting on what you feel is ‘valued information’ the moment you get it. They aren’t fucking psychics.