Went to the Victoria College booksale this afternoon - green_trilobite found a good copy of Nicholas Nickleby, while I found a history of pornography-as-a-concept and a book about knitting - as I half expected, the people at the checkout table could not resist noting my seemingly disparate interests.
On the way home after supper, we saw a middle-aged man in a tuxedo and black tie collapse on the other side of a barrier meant to close Bay Street to traffic (I think there's a marathon tomorrow). Luckily there were cops and people who knew CPR on his side of the barrier.
A passerby called an ambulance, and I handed the cop my handkerchief through the fence to use as a mask for mouth-to-mouth. I hope it was clean enough, but they couldn't have done without a protective layer, as the patient was bleeding from the mouth, though I don't know if that was a symptom of his collapse, or from striking his face on the pavement. Eventually he began breathing again, and looked less blue. We could hear the ambulance siren, so we moved on.
I suppose (unless he turns out to have been attacked, or famous) that I'll never find out if he survived or not.
On the way home after supper, we saw a middle-aged man in a tuxedo and black tie collapse on the other side of a barrier meant to close Bay Street to traffic (I think there's a marathon tomorrow). Luckily there were cops and people who knew CPR on his side of the barrier.
A passerby called an ambulance, and I handed the cop my handkerchief through the fence to use as a mask for mouth-to-mouth. I hope it was clean enough, but they couldn't have done without a protective layer, as the patient was bleeding from the mouth, though I don't know if that was a symptom of his collapse, or from striking his face on the pavement. Eventually he began breathing again, and looked less blue. We could hear the ambulance siren, so we moved on.
I suppose (unless he turns out to have been attacked, or famous) that I'll never find out if he survived or not.