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i've noticed, how in movies, when someone is dead and no one knows for sure, they check the pulse by forcing down the index and middle finger somewhere on the neck - to find the artery - since blood pumped through arteries is pressurised... but in all honestly this is a farce... the best place to find the pulse is in the armpit... after all, when they strap on that kit where the machine checks your blood pressure, they put it on your upper-arm above the elbow... but to find a more natural way of feeling your pulse, the arm must be extended so it's almost like you're hanging off it... and the applied index and middle finger pressure should be orientated in the region closer to the left side of the armpit of the right hand... i can't really be more specific, it's a case of fiddling with the spot where you can feel a bulging artery that almost feels like you're holding the actual heart - with the scapula as the background.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
checking the pulse
i've noticed, how in movies, when someone is dead and no one knows for sure, they check the pulse by forcing down the index and middle finger somewhere on the neck - to find the artery - since blood pumped through arteries is pressurised... but in all honestly this is a farce... the best place to find the pulse is in the armpit... after all, when they strap on that kit where the machine checks your blood pressure, they put it on your upper-arm above the elbow... but to find a more natural way of feeling your pulse, the arm must be extended so it's almost like you're hanging off it... and the applied index and middle finger pressure should be orientated in the region closer to the left side of the armpit of the right hand... i can't really be more specific, it's a case of fiddling with the spot where you can feel a bulging artery that almost feels like you're holding the actual heart - with the scapula as the background.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
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