Okay, I'm ready now. You can bleed in front of me and I. Will. Be. Okay.
Better than okay. I have gloves.
Yesterday our staff went through a full day of St. John's Ambulance First Aid training. It was intense. I defibrillated someone. Not a real person. But I got to stick the pads on, and yes, I yelled "CLEAR!".
It was one of the greatest moments of my life.
The only drawback was that Patrick Dempsey was not present.
I do feel for the instructor - or anyone- who has to teach something to a bunch of teachers. We are notoriously the worst students.
a) We never shut up. That's why we're teachers.
b) We are critical of delivery style.
c) We are hypocritical douchebags.
Not all of us, mind you. Just most of us.
We need to be smacked.
But nobody smacked us. Instead they tolerated us as we learned how to check airway, breathing and circulation, and all sorts of other cool things. Luckily, we live in a place where an ambulance will get to us in less than 30 minutes, however - and this is a big 'however' - someone can die in less than four minutes, so that's why you simply have to know this stuff. I was pretty rocked by how much I didn't know. Like, that it's easier to die from eating a hot dog than from stabbing yourself in your gut.
(For me, it feels about the same but that's another story.)
My partner and I were working hard on a mannequin, when the teacher came by to check how we were doing. She said,
"Have you ascertained the cause of the casualty's injuries?"
Well, he has no arms or legs...that's my guess.
"You found him unconscious,"
Oh, he's fainted has he? Right. He's fainted ma'am.
So, what do you do?
"Uh. I check his airway,"
NO! First you obtain permission to treat him.
"But he's unconscious!"
You have to get consent. Even if it's implied consent - then you can treat him.
Hmmmm....so there's such as thing as "implied consent" is there?
Oh I am all over this. When husband is sleeping, I will whisper, "I want to buy the $300 shoes, are you okay with this?"....
No response.Yep. I'd say that's implied consent. I mean I got no response from my lifeless torso, but that still gave me the go-ahead to save his lifeless life and pound repeatedly on his chest yelling, "I'M NOT GIVING UP! DON'T YOU NOT DIE ON ME! BREATHE DAMMIT! BREATHE!"
I watch too many medical dramas.
Implied consent. I like it.
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Prime example of implied consent observed this afternoon at Out of School Hours Care.
Big Sister= "Little Brother, you're not meant to have those cards at school, dad said you weren't allowed!"
Little Brother= "No, I asked him this morning and he didn't answer, so I assumed that was a yes"
Implied consent at it's finest.
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