Emergency First Acronymn (Level 1)
Feb. 3rd, 2004 07:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morslaFirst Aid, it seems, can only be taught with many acronymns and trauma-inducing anecdotes to disabuse people of any "medical drama series" notions they mistakenly held...
I have a strong stomach. In fact, I have been known to take great pleasure in breaking other people, by describing Things That Should Not Be Imagined. I am, however, still wincing at the particulars of a "pop it back in" dislocation treatment story... there are many things that can end up crushed in a hip joint, and the top of the femur is really the only thing that should ever go in there. *shudders*
Right, now that I've purged that particular mental image by inflicting it on all of you, I have another proposal for the weekend... specifically, the bits of Friday night that happen before people trek off to clubbing :) If you would like to come by for dinner beforehand, let me know, and show up here by about 9:30ish...
I can supply food, but contributions are welcome (drinks, snacky cakes, extra vegetables, etc). I can cook for about a dozen with a bit of warning, but I run out of furniture after that...
(To sit you all on, not to cook. As if I'd use up my precious furniture, serving it up to visitors...)
Training last night has done strange things to my legs. They just... don't move the same as they used to. I think this is the "weariness" that I remember, from those distant days when I last did any real exercise (hey, a month is at least three lifetimes, in my world). Still, I'll try to recover in time to exhaust myself all over again at Abyss on Friday night... after all, I have RED glowing things to put in my hair this time. Who could ask for a better excuse than that?
I have a strong stomach. In fact, I have been known to take great pleasure in breaking other people, by describing Things That Should Not Be Imagined. I am, however, still wincing at the particulars of a "pop it back in" dislocation treatment story... there are many things that can end up crushed in a hip joint, and the top of the femur is really the only thing that should ever go in there. *shudders*
Right, now that I've purged that particular mental image by inflicting it on all of you, I have another proposal for the weekend... specifically, the bits of Friday night that happen before people trek off to clubbing :) If you would like to come by for dinner beforehand, let me know, and show up here by about 9:30ish...
I can supply food, but contributions are welcome (drinks, snacky cakes, extra vegetables, etc). I can cook for about a dozen with a bit of warning, but I run out of furniture after that...
(To sit you all on, not to cook. As if I'd use up my precious furniture, serving it up to visitors...)
Training last night has done strange things to my legs. They just... don't move the same as they used to. I think this is the "weariness" that I remember, from those distant days when I last did any real exercise (hey, a month is at least three lifetimes, in my world). Still, I'll try to recover in time to exhaust myself all over again at Abyss on Friday night... after all, I have RED glowing things to put in my hair this time. Who could ask for a better excuse than that?
