I’m going to try and paint a picture for you.<\/p>\n
Last night I stepped onto the subway car. There were about 20 Taiwanese men and women, and one foreigner, a white male. The man had long hair and sideburns, was overweight. He immediately reminded me of my neighbor. He was sitting and had his hand on his face in a notably strange manner.<\/p>\n
I stepped past him, moving him out of my view. In the subway here, I can use the reflections in the windows to “look” behind me.<\/p>\n
2 minutes pass and I hear a strangled gurgling sound and spastic motion. I use the reflection in the window to my right to see the 3 women behind me turn and grimace. I turn to see the foreigner having a seizure.<\/p>\n
I move to his front and several other men all grab him down. A woman passes to another man to wipe the drool that is quickly accumulating. The man is non-responsive and my mind runs through options. Do I shove a wallet in his mouth so he doesn’t swallow his own tongue? I read that once. He has no medical wristlet. He has a bag. I check it for ID and\/or medication. I worry that other passengers might think I’m robbing him.<\/p>\n
The man is still seizing, Bad. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I think we’re going to need to stop the train.” But what does that mean to non-English speakers? I pantomimed, said other things. The message got across, and something was intercommed to the next station.<\/p>\n
At the next stop, a man came in. I don’t think he was a doctor, but he did put on gloves. It was striking how much authority he quickly assumed simply by putting on latex gloves.<\/p>\n
The seizure becomes noticeably weaker. I ask the man his name. I use my finger to see if his eyes follow. I snap my fingers. No response. I ask \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Have you ever had a seizure before buddy?” A raspy and slurred, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153No,” escapes his mouth before he is hauled up and out of the car.<\/p>\n
I hope that guy is OK. I’m sure he is alive,
\nbut it’s possible he has some permanent damage. <\/p>\n
The rest of the night it rained. It’s still raining now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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