Monday, November 12, 2007

Great Idea - Ice Your Cellphone

ICE campaign - "In Case of Emergency"   
We all carry our mobile phones with names & numbers stored in its memory but nobody, other than ourselves, knows which of these numbers belong to our closest family or friends.
If we were to  be involved in an accident or were taken ill, the people attending us would have our mobile phone but wouldn't know who to call.
Yes, there are hundreds of numbers stored but which one is the contact person in case of an emergency? Hence this "ICE" (In Case of Emergency) Campaign.
The concept of "ICE" is catching on quickly.
It is a method of contact during emergency situations.
As cell phones are carried by the majority of the population, all you need to do is store the number of a contact person or persons who should be contacted during emergency under the name "ICE" (In Case Of Emergency).  
 The idea was thought up by a paramedic who found that when he went to the scenes of accidents, there were always mobile phones with patients, but they didn't know which number to call.
He therefore thought that it would be a good idea if there was a nationally recognized name for this purpose.
In an emergency situation, Emergency Service personnel and hospital Staff would be able to quickly contactthe right person by simply dialing the number you have stored as "ICE".
For more than one contact name simply enter ICE1, ICE2 and ICE3, etc. Be sure it's in your kid's cell phones also.
A great idea that will make a difference!   


madcobug said...

Hubby has done that but I have't. It is a good idea. Helen

garnett109 said...

It is a very good Idea Thanks Chuck!

tendernoggle said...

I did put I.C.E. in moine...but you know what hurt so bad when I put my husband Danny's name in it and had to dlete it because he died last year....It was just one of those little habbits you pick up from being married over 34 years.
love ya,

monponsett said...

I had a bad bicycle accident last year, and was unconscious for quite some time. I was laying on the bottom of a hill until a local farmer found me and brought me to the hospital.

The funny part? As you know, I'm French. As you don't know, I sound like it. As even I didn't know, I lapse into French when I'm talking in my sleep... although my husband later verified this with the doctors.

I was muttering in French-English while they were tending to me, and they actually thought I was speaking gibberish due to the concussion. The absolute first thing I heard when I woke up at the hospital was my husband screaming "She's speaking French, you f***ing idiot!s" at my doctors.