Free Blogger: MR CHEWS ASIAN BEAVER - MRCHEWSASIANBEAVER Stand up, I can help you," the teenager said. He walked around behind the woman, put his hands under her arms, and lifted gently. "Stand up, please, ma'am," he said softly, but clearly. "I want to help you." He felt the woman rising, although she didn't take her hands away from her throat.
"Help her! Oh, my God, please help her! Help my wife, she's going to die!" the man sitting across the table from the woman begged.
Buddy balled up his fist, placed it in the spot where he'd been taught, and cupped his other hand under it. "A sharp movement. In and up," he remembered his instructor saying over and over as they practiced the Heimlich Maneuver in class. "Repeat until the object is dislodged or until the patient loses consciousness." "I hope this works the way it's supposed to," the teenager thought. He did the movement he'd only done in practice sessions before. And nothing happened.
"Please! Oh, God, please help my wife!" the woman's husband begged.
Buddy tried the maneuver again. And again nothing happened.
"She's going to die!" the husband wailed.
Buddy tried the maneuver a third time. Something popped out of the woman's mouth and clunked on the table. Immediately he felt...and heard...her take a deep ragged breath. He looked around, saw several of the waitresses standing there, staring, and realized that everyone else in the diner was staring at him, too. "Call 911 and tell them we need an ambulance," he yelled. One of the waitresses - the one serving Buddy and Marla - turned and hustled into the kitchen. He lowered the woman, who now seemed to be breathing all right, into her chair, then he moved to her side and knelt down. "Are you all right now, ma'am?" he asked.
