Saturday, April 16, 2011

Blessings on you
Note to readers: Not the usual funny story. Actually this is a horrible story.

Tonight on the way to the Meet up Group in Lucca we came across a girl on the street convulsing.  She was surrounded by a crowd of people with their cell phones out.  I asked, "Did you call for help?" And then remembering my Red Cross training I said, "Who here exactly has called for the ambulance?" No one responded, so I made sure that this one man called or called again for help.  The girl had been turned on her side by one man who was obviously very scared because afterwards he faded into the crowd. I asked the girl's friend in the red coat if she had a history of seizures. I believe she answered in the affirmative.  Then this woman with blond hair and an oddly self satisfied smile came over and said she wasn't a doctor but that she knew pronto soccorso and she turned the choking lady on her back. The woman could not breathe as well in this position. I know the rescue position is on your side so I argued with her but she said if I wasn't a nurse, she knew better than me. I decided then to focus on watching the girl breathe in case she stopped. Then some geniuses tried to move her and I yelled at them not to. I covered the girl with my coat. I have to admit that in the heat of the moment, not remembering the bioenergy ethical stance on whether you help someone who is not in a position to give their permission but is in peril, I started to do the bioenergy on her and she stopped convulsing and woke up and started giggling, seemingly embarrassed to be lying in the street.  But when her friend in the red coat talked to her she showed signs of being in shock.  A police officer had arrived and I reported that she had had convulsions, but he seemed amused in this odd way. By my foreigness? I have no idea.

I was scared that by the time the ambulance came she would leave or be carried off and they would think she just fell and no one would say anything about the convulsions. She had a bloody spot where she had bitten her tongue. Then an older man came and was very authoritative and grabbed her and hoisted her up in a metal chair that he screeched over from the outdoor cafe nearby. I said in momentarily sketchy Italian that she could be in shock and he should wait for the ambulance. He glared angrily at me and replied, "Everyone here think he is a doctor." He threw my coat at me. I told him that this was stupidaggine which doesn't mean stupid exactly but nonsense and he indicated that whoever had used the word stupidaggine  was going to get punched in the face. It turned out that  he was her father, probably.  When the ambulance personnel got out, I repeated several times that she didn't just fall, but she had had convulsions.  And then I left. It was awful. An angry mob of people who were yelling at me and doing the exact wrong thing when I was trying my best to help. It is, in fact, exactly like my repetitive nightmare that I am surrounded by an angry mob that hates me. And so to all the lovely people at the Meet Up group of  Lucca, I am so sorry if I seemed a bit weird. It was a weird night. Hope to meet you all again under better circumstances.

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