Saturday, December 15, 2012

Hello, First Aid..... Ick

 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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