As is my usual Saturday custom, got to my gym at a little after noon. After getting changed, I went to the bottom level (it's 4 floors that go underground), where the stretching area and cardio machines are. I'd just finished stretching and was walking towards the cardio room when I hear a loud crash and people gasp.
When I go in the room, a man is sprawled on his back, having just fallen off a treadmill. He was about 55-60, I'd say. He was spasming a little. A few of the people were trying to revive him.
So, I dropped my water bottle, raced up the stairs to the weight area, where all the personal trainers sit, told them we had a medical emergency, and then raced back with a trainer downstairs. By this time, a gym patron who was a doctor was trying to administer CPR. I joined a crowd of about 15 people who stood around, watching rather helplessly.
The staff got a first aid kit with a mask to use with mouth-to-mouth breathing. The pool lifeguard came up and helped with the CPR, too. Someone had called 911, but it seemed to take forever for the EMTs to get there. I'd say the guy was on the floor 12-15 minutes before they showed up (which, given Manhattan traffic, probably was unavoidable).
After the EMTs tried to resucitate (sp?) him for a few minutes, they used the shock pads. But nothing worked. They put him on a stretched and wheeled him out. As they passed me, I saw his face. Blue as could be, his eyes open.
It turns out that one of the people trying to help rescucitate him was his friend, as they had come to the gym together to work out.
The worst thing was that, as they are trying to revive the guy, there are people STILL ON THE GODDAMNED CARDIO MACHINES, not even bothering to stop their workouts. When the EMTs arrived, they made everyone leave the room, and these people had the nerve to look irritated. I was disgusted.
Anyway, I've vented now...
When I go in the room, a man is sprawled on his back, having just fallen off a treadmill. He was about 55-60, I'd say. He was spasming a little. A few of the people were trying to revive him.
So, I dropped my water bottle, raced up the stairs to the weight area, where all the personal trainers sit, told them we had a medical emergency, and then raced back with a trainer downstairs. By this time, a gym patron who was a doctor was trying to administer CPR. I joined a crowd of about 15 people who stood around, watching rather helplessly.
The staff got a first aid kit with a mask to use with mouth-to-mouth breathing. The pool lifeguard came up and helped with the CPR, too. Someone had called 911, but it seemed to take forever for the EMTs to get there. I'd say the guy was on the floor 12-15 minutes before they showed up (which, given Manhattan traffic, probably was unavoidable).
After the EMTs tried to resucitate (sp?) him for a few minutes, they used the shock pads. But nothing worked. They put him on a stretched and wheeled him out. As they passed me, I saw his face. Blue as could be, his eyes open.
It turns out that one of the people trying to help rescucitate him was his friend, as they had come to the gym together to work out.
The worst thing was that, as they are trying to revive the guy, there are people STILL ON THE GODDAMNED CARDIO MACHINES, not even bothering to stop their workouts. When the EMTs arrived, they made everyone leave the room, and these people had the nerve to look irritated. I was disgusted.
Anyway, I've vented now...
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