I was going to add this onto my other thread 'A Big Fat Conundrum With The Mob' but it's a bit off topic, although I am thinking that they are actually related in that I am observing people around me (and myself) deal with stress.
Today at my workplace which I own one of my student instructors/clients had a seizure. I'll share the whole story here partly because it is helpful for me to offload it and also because I am hoping to learn from it on my journey to understanding people better so that I can be of service to my community.
I teach a Pilates instructor certificate. It's a mentorship where students spend 6 months with me in studio learning to become a Pilates instructor. The learning is a mixture of weekend workshops, online modules, observation, self practice and shadow teaching.
Over the years Pilates has taken off (or the word is being used as a promotional tool) and some of my younger student teachers are always hungry to keep pushing the limits. If you looked up Pilates on Instagram or Youtube you will find ballerina type girls performing fancy looking choreography on a reformer ( a piece of Pilates equipment). It's not Pilates, it's exercise on a reformer, but it looks spectacular and it's taking the fitness World by storm.
On demand today I taught my staff and students an advanced Reformer class which is not something we do in our studio mostly because we have mostly catered to ppl with injuries, in pain or ppl who are looking to actually do Pilates and not just exercise on a reformer.
The class was hard (I had already practiced it at home) and towards the end a few of the girls were really struggling to perform the movements well, especially the balance challenges. It became more apparent to them as they fatigued just how dangerous these explosive reformer classes could be.
At the start of the class I had warned the girls that the class was an advanced level and advised students to modify any exercises they were unable to perform or simply learn from observing since this is one of the ways we teach teachers. Take into consideration that this group of instructor and trainees have been with me for a minimum of 6 months and are either already teaching or are getting ready to sit their exams so they know what they are capable of and how to modify for their own body.
I had a feeling that the attendees were expecting me to, at the end of the class tell them that we were going to be introducing this advanced choreography to our community but instead my discussion turned to the instructor understanding their duty of care to be teaching within the capabilities of the students they are teaching and how, since reformer studios have become so popular, the incidence of accidents, insurance claims and injury reports has apparently increased dramatically. I was expressing to the students just how important it is that they have their own public liability and indemnity insurance and that they need proficiency in first aid and a CPR certificate to teach... and that's when it happened...
One of my student teachers who has been with me for over 12 months dropped to the ground and had a seizure right there in the middle of the room. Seriously, it was like she dropped on cue as I was talking about insurance to cover yourself as an instructor from accidents that can happen in your class!!
The lady, Meg who seizured is a Physiotherapist. She's about 50 years old (maybe a couple years older than me) and has taken forever to complete her mentorship because life keeps getting in the way. Her mother and father passed away within 6 months of each other, she has a stressful job at the hospital and she just didn't 'get' the work in her body to complete the cert in the usual 6 months, which is fine, I generally work with students individual needs and Meg has been better suited to a clinical setting so she's been spending time w me in our Pilates clinic where we see ppl for injury rehab and pain management.
I've gotten to know Meg quite well as she shadows me in clinic and I can just see that she carries stress so it wasn't super surprising that she of all ppl might have some health considerations. Working in the allied health space I know for sure she also took 3 of the clot shots so I'm sometimes wondering if she could be a ticking time bomb anyways. During the advanced class she sat out a few of the harder exercises and at one point she left the room to get a drink of water which I thought was her taking a break as I suggested at the start of the class.
I did notice her standing taking some time out a couple of times and in hindsight my intuition was asking if she was okay but with 8 other ppl in the class I was teaching and only watching her from the corner of my eye. She was potentially feeling the pre effect of the seizure coming on, I'm not sure but I'm thinking most probably even if she didn't realise what it was.
She seizured for 2 minutes, her face turned grey, her lips were blue and her arms and legs were stiff and spastic. She was frothing at the mouth and her eyes were rolling. Two of the student teachers, one a veterinarian and one a doctors wife helped put Meg into recovery position and place cushions under her head as she was on a concrete floor while I rang emergency services to organise an ambulance. I was grateful to have them there to help and the veterinarian in particular was very calm which was so helpful.
For a second I couldn't for the life of me remember the number for emergency services and I asked one of the other students who is 17 years old 'what is the number I call from my phone? Lol I could only think 911 and that there was a different number in Australia but my mind was blank. As I was asking her I realised the look of shock and horror on her face and of a couple of other students around her, and I realised then that I needed to take control of the situation.
I called 000 (just in case you need it in future, yes you can call 000 from your mobile. I was thinking of the old 112 back in the day when mobile phones were first out) and went through a scenario of explaining the situation to the operator while she asked questions about breathing, consciousness, known medical history. Meg was breathing but it was laboured and gurgling and even after the 2 minute seizure she was in and out of consciousness for another few minutes and it certainly wasn't your every day Pilates class environment on a Saturday morning.
What really struck me was the way that the people on the scene reacted or responded.
Apart from the 2 women (the doctors wife and the veterinarian) who helped and subsequently stayed for a while (the ambos took over an hour to arrive and we are only a 15 min drive to the hospital), it fascinated me how different ppl respond in these situations.
As soon as I got off the phone to emergency services I asked the rest of the girls to leave so that when Meg came to she didn't have a bunch of ppl staring at her. The younger 17 - 25 yr old girls in particular were in real shock and hadn't moved from the spot they were standing huddled in.
One girl was busy tidying up the room, putting away props we had used, wiping down the equipment, keeping busy busy.
Another girl I asked to stand out on the street and await the ambulance to flag them down and she was happy to help for a while but said she had to leave soon and couldn't stay.
My receptionist was out the front serving a couple of customers unawares of what was going on in the reformer room. When the customers left I let her know the situation and she asked me if I had time to go over some reception tasks with her before she went. Maybe she didn't understand what I said to her so I repeated what happened and she was like "yeah I know but just before I go can I clarify somethings with you" which I thought was a bit odd and told her I would look at the cash report later and call her if I had questions so that I could help with the medical emergency.
Another staff member who, bless her had witnessed her other boss getting stabbed to death at the supermarket down the road only about 6 weeks ago immediately ran out of the room when the seizure happened. She was in a real state, almost silently screaming and running out as fast as she could. I rang her later and she said she felt like she was back at the murder scene watching someone she knows die. A reminder she seriously needs help but has been in denial.
Another staff member, the mum of one of the young girls I sent home was pretty helpful to start with. She seemed to be holding herself together and then at one stage as I was checking outside to see if the ambos were coming yet (we'd been waiting 30 min already) she pulled me aside to discuss her taking time off because life is hard right now and she isn't coping and might need some time off. All in between someone having a seizure, dealing with emergency operators, I thought it strange that she would want to discuss her needs now, like seriously? Maybe let's find another time?
I rummaged through Megs bag and found her phone so I could call her husband and when he answered and I explained to him what had happened his reply was "well I'm at the dogs (maybe that means dog races, I'm not sure) today so what do you want me to do?" ummm. like your wife just had a seizure, would you maybe consider coming to the studio since we've waited half an hour for the ambulance not to arrive already? No, he said he would go to the hospital later when he was done and meet her there?? I asked if Meg had seizures often and he said 'never to my knowledge' and it struck me that he didn't seem to care much at all, or maybe this is his way of dealing with a stressful situation, you can never know really.
Then once Meg was a bit more with it, still no ambos at about the 45 minute mark I asked if she had someone else she would like to call so she rang her sister who was woken up from an afternoon nap. And even as Meg relayed what had happened, the sister seemed pretty disinterested and a bit annoyed.
So, here we are with this lovely, kind and often sad looking lady who has just had a seizure (apparently she's never seizured before) and her own family are somewhat blase.
So here I am a few hours after the event, it happened at 1pm today and after all that the ambos did turn up an hour later and insist she go with them to hospital so I came home, went out wakeboarding to wash the experience off and then thought WTF just happened.. it made me feel heavy, down. like not the seizure. That is what it is, but the way that people around the event responded.
Some could help, some were calm, some freaked out, some got super needy themselves, some were downright uncaring and it left me wondering what are we in for when SRHTF? And are all these little mini events that happen in our lives ( I don't know about you but I seem to have some doosy challenges) preparing us mentally and spiritually to deal with bigger experiences? And if so, what will actually happen to these seemingly vulnerable, sometimes hopeless or even unaware people?
Are these things sent to me to help me grow or are they sent to me to distract me from growing? I'm not sure.
I realise that this is just life and different ppl deal with stressful situations differently. I went blank and couldn't remember 000 for a moment! And I also realise that this is my position as the boss to be the one who listens to everyone. I don't have a problem with that, I'm used to hearing what ppl need, being a sounding board for their work and life experiences but what I am observing is just how different ppl can be when it comes to dealing not just with stress but with every day life.
I am seeing that ppl are more and more susceptible to breaking emotionally. Or maybe I am more aware of it. More people seem to be suffering anxieties or outwardly expressing their stress.
I'm not the first to speak on here about it. I am certainly feeling the effects of all the crazy going on in the World and I wonder if it is being felt more and more by ppl. For me it's like the feeling of stress during Covid never left but it keeps morphing into varying degrees and flavours of the same but different.
Thanks for reading. Please contribute if you like. Gonna go enjoy one of Lauras meditations.
Today at my workplace which I own one of my student instructors/clients had a seizure. I'll share the whole story here partly because it is helpful for me to offload it and also because I am hoping to learn from it on my journey to understanding people better so that I can be of service to my community.
I teach a Pilates instructor certificate. It's a mentorship where students spend 6 months with me in studio learning to become a Pilates instructor. The learning is a mixture of weekend workshops, online modules, observation, self practice and shadow teaching.
Over the years Pilates has taken off (or the word is being used as a promotional tool) and some of my younger student teachers are always hungry to keep pushing the limits. If you looked up Pilates on Instagram or Youtube you will find ballerina type girls performing fancy looking choreography on a reformer ( a piece of Pilates equipment). It's not Pilates, it's exercise on a reformer, but it looks spectacular and it's taking the fitness World by storm.
On demand today I taught my staff and students an advanced Reformer class which is not something we do in our studio mostly because we have mostly catered to ppl with injuries, in pain or ppl who are looking to actually do Pilates and not just exercise on a reformer.
The class was hard (I had already practiced it at home) and towards the end a few of the girls were really struggling to perform the movements well, especially the balance challenges. It became more apparent to them as they fatigued just how dangerous these explosive reformer classes could be.
At the start of the class I had warned the girls that the class was an advanced level and advised students to modify any exercises they were unable to perform or simply learn from observing since this is one of the ways we teach teachers. Take into consideration that this group of instructor and trainees have been with me for a minimum of 6 months and are either already teaching or are getting ready to sit their exams so they know what they are capable of and how to modify for their own body.
I had a feeling that the attendees were expecting me to, at the end of the class tell them that we were going to be introducing this advanced choreography to our community but instead my discussion turned to the instructor understanding their duty of care to be teaching within the capabilities of the students they are teaching and how, since reformer studios have become so popular, the incidence of accidents, insurance claims and injury reports has apparently increased dramatically. I was expressing to the students just how important it is that they have their own public liability and indemnity insurance and that they need proficiency in first aid and a CPR certificate to teach... and that's when it happened...
One of my student teachers who has been with me for over 12 months dropped to the ground and had a seizure right there in the middle of the room. Seriously, it was like she dropped on cue as I was talking about insurance to cover yourself as an instructor from accidents that can happen in your class!!
The lady, Meg who seizured is a Physiotherapist. She's about 50 years old (maybe a couple years older than me) and has taken forever to complete her mentorship because life keeps getting in the way. Her mother and father passed away within 6 months of each other, she has a stressful job at the hospital and she just didn't 'get' the work in her body to complete the cert in the usual 6 months, which is fine, I generally work with students individual needs and Meg has been better suited to a clinical setting so she's been spending time w me in our Pilates clinic where we see ppl for injury rehab and pain management.
I've gotten to know Meg quite well as she shadows me in clinic and I can just see that she carries stress so it wasn't super surprising that she of all ppl might have some health considerations. Working in the allied health space I know for sure she also took 3 of the clot shots so I'm sometimes wondering if she could be a ticking time bomb anyways. During the advanced class she sat out a few of the harder exercises and at one point she left the room to get a drink of water which I thought was her taking a break as I suggested at the start of the class.
I did notice her standing taking some time out a couple of times and in hindsight my intuition was asking if she was okay but with 8 other ppl in the class I was teaching and only watching her from the corner of my eye. She was potentially feeling the pre effect of the seizure coming on, I'm not sure but I'm thinking most probably even if she didn't realise what it was.
She seizured for 2 minutes, her face turned grey, her lips were blue and her arms and legs were stiff and spastic. She was frothing at the mouth and her eyes were rolling. Two of the student teachers, one a veterinarian and one a doctors wife helped put Meg into recovery position and place cushions under her head as she was on a concrete floor while I rang emergency services to organise an ambulance. I was grateful to have them there to help and the veterinarian in particular was very calm which was so helpful.
For a second I couldn't for the life of me remember the number for emergency services and I asked one of the other students who is 17 years old 'what is the number I call from my phone? Lol I could only think 911 and that there was a different number in Australia but my mind was blank. As I was asking her I realised the look of shock and horror on her face and of a couple of other students around her, and I realised then that I needed to take control of the situation.
I called 000 (just in case you need it in future, yes you can call 000 from your mobile. I was thinking of the old 112 back in the day when mobile phones were first out) and went through a scenario of explaining the situation to the operator while she asked questions about breathing, consciousness, known medical history. Meg was breathing but it was laboured and gurgling and even after the 2 minute seizure she was in and out of consciousness for another few minutes and it certainly wasn't your every day Pilates class environment on a Saturday morning.
What really struck me was the way that the people on the scene reacted or responded.
Apart from the 2 women (the doctors wife and the veterinarian) who helped and subsequently stayed for a while (the ambos took over an hour to arrive and we are only a 15 min drive to the hospital), it fascinated me how different ppl respond in these situations.
As soon as I got off the phone to emergency services I asked the rest of the girls to leave so that when Meg came to she didn't have a bunch of ppl staring at her. The younger 17 - 25 yr old girls in particular were in real shock and hadn't moved from the spot they were standing huddled in.
One girl was busy tidying up the room, putting away props we had used, wiping down the equipment, keeping busy busy.
Another girl I asked to stand out on the street and await the ambulance to flag them down and she was happy to help for a while but said she had to leave soon and couldn't stay.
My receptionist was out the front serving a couple of customers unawares of what was going on in the reformer room. When the customers left I let her know the situation and she asked me if I had time to go over some reception tasks with her before she went. Maybe she didn't understand what I said to her so I repeated what happened and she was like "yeah I know but just before I go can I clarify somethings with you" which I thought was a bit odd and told her I would look at the cash report later and call her if I had questions so that I could help with the medical emergency.
Another staff member who, bless her had witnessed her other boss getting stabbed to death at the supermarket down the road only about 6 weeks ago immediately ran out of the room when the seizure happened. She was in a real state, almost silently screaming and running out as fast as she could. I rang her later and she said she felt like she was back at the murder scene watching someone she knows die. A reminder she seriously needs help but has been in denial.
Another staff member, the mum of one of the young girls I sent home was pretty helpful to start with. She seemed to be holding herself together and then at one stage as I was checking outside to see if the ambos were coming yet (we'd been waiting 30 min already) she pulled me aside to discuss her taking time off because life is hard right now and she isn't coping and might need some time off. All in between someone having a seizure, dealing with emergency operators, I thought it strange that she would want to discuss her needs now, like seriously? Maybe let's find another time?
I rummaged through Megs bag and found her phone so I could call her husband and when he answered and I explained to him what had happened his reply was "well I'm at the dogs (maybe that means dog races, I'm not sure) today so what do you want me to do?" ummm. like your wife just had a seizure, would you maybe consider coming to the studio since we've waited half an hour for the ambulance not to arrive already? No, he said he would go to the hospital later when he was done and meet her there?? I asked if Meg had seizures often and he said 'never to my knowledge' and it struck me that he didn't seem to care much at all, or maybe this is his way of dealing with a stressful situation, you can never know really.
Then once Meg was a bit more with it, still no ambos at about the 45 minute mark I asked if she had someone else she would like to call so she rang her sister who was woken up from an afternoon nap. And even as Meg relayed what had happened, the sister seemed pretty disinterested and a bit annoyed.
So, here we are with this lovely, kind and often sad looking lady who has just had a seizure (apparently she's never seizured before) and her own family are somewhat blase.
So here I am a few hours after the event, it happened at 1pm today and after all that the ambos did turn up an hour later and insist she go with them to hospital so I came home, went out wakeboarding to wash the experience off and then thought WTF just happened.. it made me feel heavy, down. like not the seizure. That is what it is, but the way that people around the event responded.
Some could help, some were calm, some freaked out, some got super needy themselves, some were downright uncaring and it left me wondering what are we in for when SRHTF? And are all these little mini events that happen in our lives ( I don't know about you but I seem to have some doosy challenges) preparing us mentally and spiritually to deal with bigger experiences? And if so, what will actually happen to these seemingly vulnerable, sometimes hopeless or even unaware people?
Are these things sent to me to help me grow or are they sent to me to distract me from growing? I'm not sure.
I realise that this is just life and different ppl deal with stressful situations differently. I went blank and couldn't remember 000 for a moment! And I also realise that this is my position as the boss to be the one who listens to everyone. I don't have a problem with that, I'm used to hearing what ppl need, being a sounding board for their work and life experiences but what I am observing is just how different ppl can be when it comes to dealing not just with stress but with every day life.
I am seeing that ppl are more and more susceptible to breaking emotionally. Or maybe I am more aware of it. More people seem to be suffering anxieties or outwardly expressing their stress.
I'm not the first to speak on here about it. I am certainly feeling the effects of all the crazy going on in the World and I wonder if it is being felt more and more by ppl. For me it's like the feeling of stress during Covid never left but it keeps morphing into varying degrees and flavours of the same but different.
Thanks for reading. Please contribute if you like. Gonna go enjoy one of Lauras meditations.