automatic warming mattress pad as tourist dives into spinal troubles on fraser is



Fortunately, amongst the large group of tourists at the scene was a doctor from Brisbane who safely got the injured man out of the water and onto a flat surface before cushioning the man with towels to keep him immobilized before help arrived.

The Energex rescue chopper arrived to find the man in a great deal of pain.

Crew treated the man on scene before loading him onto a vacuum mattress - a specially designed air mattress for people suffering suspected spinal injuries that moulds to the patients shape to main immobility.

The injured man was then airlifted to Bundaberg Base Hospital.

“He was certainly lucky a doctor was on hand,” said rescue chopper crewman Gary Craig.

“Fraser Island is a fantastic place to see, but visitors need to understand that warning signs are there to prevent people getting hurt”

An Energex helicopter spokesperson said it was the second such incident in the past couple of weeks with authorities urging people to take more care, or risk permanent spinal damage.

Meanwhile, the chopper was also involved in a search and rescue operation near Kin Kin today
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As always, P.J. O’Rourke quickly nudged my newsman’s curiosity in his book 'Age and Guile Beat Youth, Innocence and a Bad Haircut' (Atlantic Monthly Press) with this lead: 'I began to write for pay in the spring of 1970, albeit that pay was mostly peanut butter sandwiches and mattress space. The mattress was not very clean. But neither was I.'

Peter Golenbock tugged at my sleeve in his book 'Wild, High and Tight' (St. Martin’s Press), a masterful biography of former New York Yankees baseball player and manager, the mercurical Billy Martin, when he began: 'Billy Martin was driving, despite everything written to the contrary. It was Christmas Day 1989, and as he sat behind the wheel of his Ford F250 four-wheel drive three-quarter ton pickup truck, he was heading back to his farm just outside Binghamton, New York, to celebrate a holiday he hated with a wife he despised, except when they were in bed together.'

But perhaps my favorite lead in the lot was found, as you might have guessed, in the memoirs of an erudite talking dawg. In his delightful book, 'A Dog’s Life,' published by Alfred A
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