Ear's to You

Today in first aid training we moved on to WOUNDS. I had to play victim in a couple of scenarios, and in the first, I was asked to play an auto mechanic who had somehow managed to cut off the top half of one of his ears.

So I improvised, moaning and groaning, one hand clapped to my ear. The "rescuer" - a fellow student who doesn't know the nature of the scenario - rushed in and followed the steps she'd learned.

"Hi, I'm Theresa, I'm a Medic First Aid and I can help you. Are you all right? What happened?"

I struggled to think of a plausible answer to her question. After all, a person delivering first aid should know what happened in order to react properly.

"I CUT OFF MY EAR! This is what happens when you run with scissors."

Best I could do on the spur of the moment. Anyway, she applied dressings, saved the top half of my ear, and called 911. SAVED!

Sadly, I found out that hands-on defibrillator training will have to wait until next year. But at least I know enough to operate one of the idiot-proof models if I have to. ZAP!

Had I But Known

Perhaps tomorrow I'll finally be able to help Sean cope with this sort of unfortunate accident. 

First Aid Training: Day One

Today at first aid training, I learned the ABCs of emergency response: Airway, Breathing, Circulation. Should some unfortunate soul clutch his heart and shriek "I'm having chest pains!" before blacking out at my feet, I'll know just what to do! I hope. Here's how I remember the procedure:

***THIS IS NOT MEDICAL ADVICE, MERELY MY OWN ATTEMPT TO SEE HOW MUCH INFORMATION I'VE PROPERLY ABSORBED...DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME***

First, I'll check the scene to see if there are any immediate hazards, seen or unseen: traffic, downed power lines, explosions, supervillains, poison gas, etc. Then I'll kneel beside the victim and say,

"Hello! My name is Earl. I'm just trying to be a better person..."

Gah, sorry. Wrong scenario.

"Hello! My name is Earl. I have first aid training. Are you okay?"

I'll prod the victim on the shoulder to test responsiveness. If the victim doesn't respond, this implies consent to begin first aid.

First, I'll call 911, or direct the nearest bystander to do so thusly:

"Call 911! Do you understand me? Will you come back when you've called?"

If the bystander understands, I'll slip on my sterile gloves on and continue to the ABCs.

First, I'll make sure that the airway is clear, by tilting the head back and lifting the jaw so that the victim's relaxed tongue isn't blocking his airway. (If there's a chance of spinal injury, I'll perform the chin lift ONLY.) I'll check the victim's mouth to see if there's anything blocking the airway.

Good Lord! A huge wad of bubblegum wrapped around a Dr. Julian Bashir action figure! I'll fork it out with my fingers and roll the victim toward me so that gravity will help any remaining debris or fluids drain out.

Next, check B for breathing. After rolling the victim back onto his back, I lower my head to the victim's face, listening for the sounds of respiration, feeling for breath on my cheek. GREAT KRYPTON! Nil breathing! Two quick rescue breaths are in order. I dig my sterile shield with one-way valve out of my pocket, tilt the head back by the chin, and plug the victim's nostrils with peanuts...I mean, my fingers. I blow through the valve and into the hapless sap's mouth for two full seconds, watching to see if the chest rises. It does. I wait a beat and blow again. Fwoosh!

Now check for C, circulation. Fingers pressed to the carotid artery, I check for a pulse. HOLY SMASHAMOLEY! NO PULSE! Wetting my pants, I realize I'm gonna have to perform CPR.

First, find the heart. With one finger, trace along the victim's abdomen to find the bottom of the sternum. Use that position as a pointer and place the other hand "above" it, toward the victim's head. Make sure the heel of the hand is over the heart, and start pumping: one thousand one, one thousand two...fifteen seconds, back to the head for another two breaths, alternate between breathing and pumping for one minute, then reassess whether the victim has started to breathe again.

He is! Hooray.

I also learned how to save a severed limb, how to hold someone's guts in, and how to ensure that a pencil embedded in the eyeball will do as little damage as possible. All in all, a pretty gory day.

As I anticipated, I had to stifle my laughter at the instructional videos. The acting is so awful, the situations so contrived that it's really hard not to guffaw. In the first segment, a homeowner climbs to the very tippy top of a rickety stepladder, overextends himself and crashes to the ground with an unconvincing "AIIIEEEEunf!" In another, a little girl is hit in the leg with a rock flung from a lawnmower blade, and the blood spurts through her clutching fingers. Pretty awful, I know, but the music, the lighting, the editing and direction all conspire to make the scene humourous instead of ominous. They've gotta work on that.

But the biggest news is that tomorrow they teach us how to use...

THE DEFIBRILLATOR!!!!!! BZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT!!!! CLEAR!!!!!

The photo above captures the look on Sylvia's face when I told her this. 

MEDIC!

Tomorrow and Wednesday I'll be taking First Aid training at the Legislature. My employer - that is to say, the government - is footing the bill, and it seemed like a golden opportunity to learn some important skills.

So, faithful readers, no running with scissors until Friday. By then, I should have some kind of fancy certificate.

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New Banner (If I Can Make it Work)

If I can make it work, here's a new banner I may use. Anything to get away from the standard templates...

EDIT: Huh, I don't know why it turned orange...

Experimenting

I'll be playing with my blog today to see if I can personalize it a little. If this works, there should be a video in this post, and a countdown clock near the bottom of the right hand column...

[EDIT - I've taken out the video, since the ActiveX control was causing some of my visitors' browswers to crash.]

My Excuses for Not Blogging More Often

Dental appointment.




Sunburned during press gallery golf tournament.




Construction projects around the home.




Unexpected journeys backward in time.




Taking goofy photos of Sylvia.




Taking goofy photos in general.




And now for some real content. Of a sort. Can you imagine what Sylvia might be doing in this perplexing photograph? Enter YOUR guess in the comment field!