Normally I don't consider myself as a squeamish person, but today took the cake.
As you know, I am taking lessons in Massage course - learning a classical massage is one of my latest hare-brained ideas in the last time - okay, it should have been in effect in the summer, but because there was too few of the signed up members, it was delayed to autumn - ahem, winter time.
Massage course right now consists from Communication At Work ( we did it that already), Sports Medicine (did that too, by the way, it was under the deceiving name of Procedures At Workplace or something, so it frazzled my nerves on the test, but it went surprisingly well... but that's a story for another time), and Anatomy (waiting for the exam the next week), and First Aid, just finished today, and waiting for the exam somewhere in January.
I found out that we had it easy when we got the First Aid as the preparation course for the drivers. At least there it was marginally less work - you learned the situations, how to immobilise, how to wrap the bandages correctly, how to give rescue breathing if necessary. Although one of the question on the paper exam was sick in my opinion - how to deal with the person who had just hanged themselves. Sick in a sense if your schoolmate does a suicide that way, and you had learned about it when coming from evening karate classes is just not fair.
But today, we skipped all the wrappy crap and got straight to the bleedy broked, burned, amputated and overall icky stuff. No, I am not living in a war zone. However, seeing how fragile can be human body, how easily can be harmed and on in how many ways....it made me honestly sick and hot under the collar, and not in the pleasant sense. Yes, we got the theory under our belts, do this such and such, and that so-and-so, and if you got that right and all, you may be a lucky hero someday for someone - just pray you won't need those particular skills for anything harder than shallow burns and occasional cut because your knife slipped. However, today we saw people, burned, a man who was mauled by bear, amputated legs and arms, some entirely, some partly, open breaks of arms and legs, electric burns.... i am just thankful there wasn't anything with being strangled shown, because then I would have really lost it. As it was, I had hightailed it out like a lightning , and I cowered on the toiled for some time to get my body and myself under control. It is so very easy to hurt a human body I began to wonder just how the heck we managed to get out as the top predators. on the Earth. We are woefully under prepared if you threw us somewhere naked and without anything to defend ourselves with. Our skin is soft - nothing like leathery toughness of alligator skin. We can't conceal ourselves like chameleons. We don't have fangs like lions or tigers, and instead of four feet, we have two - most of us can't outrun a dog, let alone cheetah. We don't have claws to defend ourselves, and our teeth are herbivores' teeth. We wouldn't have lasted long in long, cold winters without anything to cover us. We don't have hooves or paws - we only have feet that are not exactly devised for hanging from the trees. We don't have poison. Our eyesight, if compared with eagles and cats, is nothing to write home about.
Shortly speaking, if compared with our ancestors, we are wimps of the highest order. Yes, we tamed electricity to our needs, we drive ourselves under the seas, on the roads or in the air faster than any cheetah could run, and we invented the weapons that could kill millions and cripple billions. Our history is long, bloody and treacherous - it's spoken less of noble deeds than dastardly ones - human race is competitive, greedy, selfish and treacherous, oftentimes a cancer to itself for whatever reason it exists at the time. There was peace, and there was war. ironically, wars were the times that elevated our technologies to new heights, all in an attempt how to kill more, faster and more precise. Second World War was a lesson unto itself - and until the survivors exists, there will be a peace. But what then? Even if we have history, the next generation is not guaranteed to adhere it's lessons. We had First World War, and after it had ended in all of it's bitter, horrific glory, people thought there won't be any similar wars in the future. They were right.
The Second World War was worse. And when the Second World War had finished, the world was trembling in the anticipation of the Cold War erupting into a hot one - both USA and USSR certainly amassed more ammunition that they needed to send the world to atomic hell twice over.
Yet, the wars still continued. Vietnam War is pride and shame, Kosovo was almost shattered with he unrests and even now, Israel and Palestina are squabbling over who got rights to the place where had Solomon's temple supposedly been built. Europa is in unrest because of the monetary crisis pertaining Greece and people are in low spirits, while the European Council still deliberates on how to get the dead goose to lay golden eggs. Euro as a valute of European countries is a good idea, but when an European country suffers for having it, a man couldn't help but wonder if staying for the sake of staying is still the best solution available. It's like having a leg in a bear trap for a jig dance - helluva painful and ultimately bad for the fool's health.
Will we learn? Will we rise? Or will we fail the test?
Right, went off the course here. Just... ick. Got me some ten minutes to get my nerves back and then calmly watching the horror procession until the end. Well, at least I will be marginally better prepared if I ever see anything like that, although I pray I won't have to. Urgh. /resists urge to barf/
Eirenei
PS. on the more interesting side, Dad got a new phone. Still grumbles about how easier was his former in comparison with the new one. Well, pal, a spot of advice for your troubles here:
Deal with it.
PPS: I still played the instructor on how to navigate the menus and whatnot. /Sweatdrops/
PPPS: Deliriously happy we finished First Aid. Yay. (No more ickies!)
PPPPS: And Ick, Ick, Ick to infinity and plus. Being hero is a tough job if you have to deal with that crap in real life, and my respect for medics and paramedics just shot up to high heavens. Thank you, guys and gals. You deserve to be praised and worshipped for your work. Seriously. Thank you.
Oh, and another song here: Europa by Globus. I feel it depicts the state of out times quite accurately. Have a nice time listening to it.
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