I used to be biking residence from work. You have been laying on the sidewalk unconscious, your two pals hovering over you—involved, panicked. I pulled over to see in the event that they wanted assist and supplied my Narcan. Your mates had simply given you a second Narcan dose.
You appeared pale and grey. I checked your pulse and was relieved to really feel that it was nonetheless robust, however your respiration was raspy and shallow. Another person had referred to as 911, and we have been all eagerly ready for assist to come back.
We watched you carefully, calling your title, ready and ready for Narcan to do its job. As we waited, individual after individual requested if they might assist, providing the Narcan that they, too, have been carrying.
Assist lastly arrived. I’ll by no means know what occurred subsequent, however once I rode away you have been nonetheless with us, and I hope with all my coronary heart you continue to are right now.
Carry Narcan. Carry Narcan. Carry Narcan.
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