Anyway this week was a crazy one so I am forcing myself to sit down and blog.
Thanksgiving celebrations (which I chose not to take part in because Turkey won't do for my latest workout routines. hehehe), emotional mini-dramas (which I hate) and a whole lot of work are what took up most of my time this week but one event in particular takes the cake for weirdness.
A man sitting next to me dropped dead.
Yes, perhaps you will need to go back a few words and read that last sentence again. Ok now that you've read it twice, be ready to let it sink in... this is no joke. One second this middle aged man was ok and the next he was not.
It was an average Tuesday morning. The weather is chilly in the mornings these days as it is approaching winter (sadly). I was standing at the streetcar stop on my way to work as I usually do and aside from having the Monday off, it was like any other Tuesday. A girl who is in my boot camp classes with me was also at the streetcar stop and we were chatting away about nothing much. The streetcar was a bit slow that morning and so quite a few people were beginning to accumulate at the stop.
When the streetcar finally arrived, I got in and sat close to the back door. The woman I was talking to sat in the seat in front of me and then I sat in the seat behind her, so we were both in isle seats. As I was chatting with her, I noticed the man who was sitting beside her (so one seat in front of me, against the window) looked like he took a deep breath and then went limp - like he went to sleep. I said to the woman sitting next to him, I said "poor old man I think he just fell asleep - he's gonna miss his stop."
That's when we noticed that he started twitching and every once in a while letting out a whispy gasp for air.
Well holy crap.
We jumped up and told the streetcar driver to stop the car (we werent even like 2 stops away from where we got on to be honest, it happened so fast). To make a long story short, the next few minutes were panicky for some of us - nobody but a woman with a baby strapped to her knew CPR or 1st Aid and made a heroic effort to help the man out. All I did was help her by holding her baby (and yes I am now looking into 1st aid CPR training classes...). By the time the ambulance and fire trucks arrived they had evacuated everyone from the streetcar and I was just there with the woman who turned out to be a nurse, talking with the ambulance people about what happened and what was done.
All I know is that the last I saw of the man, he was not an "alive" color...
So there you have it... the weirdness of all weirdness... who else can say that someone just dropped dead next to them like that on public transit?
