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Last night (Friday) I went to a concert in Santa Cruz, CA with a coworker. We were over there to see Social Distortion. Sold out show in an average sized club. We were being wallflowers near the back of the club not too far from the door because we could see & hear better. So I'm standing there with my friend and we're watching the crowd and watching the band. Next thing I know, there are 3 people dragging this skinny guy towards the door. I look over again, and I see that the guy is out cold. I told my friend "Oh, I gotta see this." and went outside to see what was up. It's probably a good thing that I did because one of the random bystanders had just said something along the lines of "What do we do? Oh yeah, CPR!" By the time he kneeled down and was about to do a compression, I had located the victim's radial pulse and opened his airway. The guy had a pulse and was breathing on his own. I told the helpful bystander "Uh, dude, he's breathing and has a pulse. Please don't smoosh him." I didn't tell him that he was about to do CPR the wrong way either. Compressions with one hand on the stomach won't help much anyway. 
So, Out Cold Guy is breathing on his own and has a pulse. I try to see if he's coming around, and sure enough, he opens his eyes slowly and starts to talk a little bit. I gathered his LOC and checked him for broken stuff, bleeding, etc while another bystander held c-spine. After about 30 seconds he was alert enough and was A+Ox4. Pupils were equal & reactive. (There was a county Sheriff deputy that happened to be doing a foot patrol, so I used his Maglite.) He denied smoking anything. I had asked him what his last meal was. About an hour before the show, he had a burrito from the burrito place down the street. I asked him how much alcohol he had to drink. "I had one burrito." was the answer. "Uh, I meant how much did you drink." I said. "I told you, I had one burrito. With no sour cream." Ok. "Must have been a good burrito." I said. "I only had one burrito!" he says. I chortled. No history of seizures. No medical history. He was 21, no health problems. He didn't just pass out. A witness said that he collided with someone much much larger and just knocked himself silly.
By this time, Santa Cruz FD had arrived and I gave them the information I had and then kept the guy talking. He had no shoes at this point. He lost them somewhere in the mosh pit. FD put a collar on him and said they were going to wait for AMR to come get him, and the crew chief said "Thanks!" and to enjoy the rest of the concert... which I did.
The morals of the mosh pit:
* Wear shoes that won't come off.
* Watch out for people that are 3 times your size.
As for the bystander, I talked to him for a moment and in the conversation I mentioned that the CPR standards had changed and that now would be a great time to take an updated CPR class. He didn't know about the changes.
In case anyone is wondering, Social Distortion is a great live act.
So, Out Cold Guy is breathing on his own and has a pulse. I try to see if he's coming around, and sure enough, he opens his eyes slowly and starts to talk a little bit. I gathered his LOC and checked him for broken stuff, bleeding, etc while another bystander held c-spine. After about 30 seconds he was alert enough and was A+Ox4. Pupils were equal & reactive. (There was a county Sheriff deputy that happened to be doing a foot patrol, so I used his Maglite.) He denied smoking anything. I had asked him what his last meal was. About an hour before the show, he had a burrito from the burrito place down the street. I asked him how much alcohol he had to drink. "I had one burrito." was the answer. "Uh, I meant how much did you drink." I said. "I told you, I had one burrito. With no sour cream." Ok. "Must have been a good burrito." I said. "I only had one burrito!" he says. I chortled. No history of seizures. No medical history. He was 21, no health problems. He didn't just pass out. A witness said that he collided with someone much much larger and just knocked himself silly.
By this time, Santa Cruz FD had arrived and I gave them the information I had and then kept the guy talking. He had no shoes at this point. He lost them somewhere in the mosh pit. FD put a collar on him and said they were going to wait for AMR to come get him, and the crew chief said "Thanks!" and to enjoy the rest of the concert... which I did.
The morals of the mosh pit:
* Wear shoes that won't come off.
* Watch out for people that are 3 times your size.
As for the bystander, I talked to him for a moment and in the conversation I mentioned that the CPR standards had changed and that now would be a great time to take an updated CPR class. He didn't know about the changes.
In case anyone is wondering, Social Distortion is a great live act.
They're not cheesesteaks there anyway, they're ghetto burgers. They have good fries too.