I work as a CFR, in the United Kingdom, I get a call, to someone having chest pains at a local restaurant, Pt, uncommunicative. Now as a CFR this is the point where you start shitting yourself, and rapidly start running through the arrest protocol. What shall I be asking when I get there,(I am assuming the worst). Now I have a great many questions I feel I will want to ask you(if you can answer), along with assessing the DRABC's and PQRST coupled with a full low down on DCAPPBLSTIC stuff, then making a wild interpretation of what it all could mean(Secretly hoping just 'cause I made it here before the ambulance, they surely will follow about 2 seconds after I arrive) Anyway, I gets to the scene, thinking "THIS IS IT", I will be ok. Stroll in confidently (Or so I think), "Did someone call the Emergency Services?", "???? I think they are upstairs, whats the problem?" Well, not having a side line in telepathy, I don't know, but brave as I am, I am going to check. Did I hear "THEY"?, I had heard an "A", is in non-plural when I got called. Now I am truly bricking it. THEY, means them. So off I go up the stairs, Not entirely sure what is going to confront me. Looks ok to go in, hear moaning and groaning from one of the rooms (that doesn't sound too heathly.) I, duty bound, open the door and declare who I am, to find to old wrinkles having a shag. George who was non-responsive and uncommunicative, now appears fully alert, surprisingly so infact, telling me in no uncertain terms to F off, or he will ram my ambulance up ma arse.( Although Gerorge I feel at this stage, perhaps is not the right time to mention, that I don't infact have an ambulance, or even that where I come from, I couldn't possibly fit back THERE, even if you were so kind to offer the use of a ram) So imagine the scence, as I imagine it and describe it, here I am standing with Old Georgie, who to be honest must be 60 plus, with a lob on that would put most younger men to shame, his wife/partner in crime, legs akimbo,offering the world to George, totally oblivous to me (Think she fell asleep, rude to wake her really) My mobile goes off, where am I ? , am I on scene ? Err... Yep, @ blah blah blah on xyz road. Well the crew can't find you, asked to check up on you (Fair do's lads n lasses, thanks for covering me) RELAYING INFORMATION: @ Blah Blah, ON XYZ road. (Oh bollocks) The sudden, sad helplesness that can wash over at these moments in time, is really quite astounding.