One of the few, as that is a pretty resilient age. My twin sons were 31 at the time.
He ran outside and died as the family pulled in the driveway, unable to breath, probably aspirated, though I was able to blow air into the lungs before stating compressions. Airway was clear. I got nothing positive while working on him. My chest compression force nothing out. The pupils became fixed while I worked. All I knew when they got me was, I had a male victime on the grass, not breathing and nobody in the family had a clue what to do. It was spooky, but no matter what, you don't stop until competent emergency medical arrives to take over. I am not sure the 40 minutes they worked on him in the truck were for him or for me. Whatever, it didn't work.
Health department got me the next day after the hospital reported, ordering me to isolate, calling me daily and on day 4 though not symptomatic, ordered me to get a serum test. I was negative for active desease, but positive for the antibodies. I got the blood test and swab test in the parking lot of the clinic I go to, as they didn't want me inside. My nurse practitioner met me, dressed as if going into space. Overall, it was a pretty trippy experience.
