Commotio Cordis
Commotio Cordis: The fluke moment when an athlete gets hit with a ball as the heart is beating, knocking the heart into ventrical fibrilation....
I learned a few things at tonight's AED fundraiser dinner (with the goal of putting an AED in every school in the district I work for). 20% of our population at some point sets foot on school property. It's possible to have an internal defibrilator machine. Something so obviously life-saving isn't easily accessible in most places. The dinner was a success -- each school ended up with their machine. I was glad I went, and I was glad my boss thought it was a worthy enough cause to mention several times in previous weeks.
The AED issue hits home for me, having worked in a place where we should have had one. Despite the PTSD counseling I went through (ironically after I'd written my master's thesis on students with PTSD), I still remember a lot about that day. I remember my co-worker, on the phone with 911, asking me if we had an AED, and my responding no -- since I'd just had AED/CPR at work, where they'd told us we didn't actually have one. I remember the crying children, and the looks on my co-workers' faces. I remember the "gasps of death" the victim made when in CPR, and when the paramedics tried their hardest to save her. Those stood out the most then, and two times, the same sounds were mentioned tonight.
It's hard for me to imagine a similar scene at my school, and I feel fortunate we already have an AED. I feel fortunate that medical technology has come up with such devices, and that medical technology has allowed for heart transplants and bypass surgeries. The heart turns out to be quite the significant organ, and it begs to ask why these devices aren't mandated and more common.






