Emergency First Acronymn (Level 1)

[morsla]

First 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?

Comments

[kikilon.livejournal.com]

Heehee... baaaad mental images. I like those. They're fun as long as they don't happen to you. Oh, is a femur like a lemur? Cause if it is, I personally wouldn't want it in my hip.

Ooooh, red glowy thingies... *hypnotised* I want glowy thingies... Oh wait, I have cranberry juice. That looks like it would glow.

oh, and *points and giggles* Quixotic. Funniest word ever.

[morsla.livejournal.com]

Lemurs probably shouldn't end up in any part of the hip joint... but the femur (the long bone in your leg) is supposed to be there. Just make sure that nothing else slips into the socket - it's difficult to do, but the story involved a physio grabbing 3-4 "helpers" (other members of the rugby team in question) and snapping the joint back in while on the field. It gets ickier.. I can fill you in later, if you're that morbid :)

Quixotic fitted my mood, last night. Every once in a while, the mood list manages to suggest something that feels about right.

Ooooh... glowing cranberry juice. Now I'm jealous - I only have beakers of Chromium Trioxide here. They may be the right colour, but I don't fancy drinking them...

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[kikilon.livejournal.com]

Please do. ^_^ I like other people's stories of pain... Reminds me of the stories my driving instructor told me of motorcycle accidents... =)

I like the mood list. It has moods I never knew I could have!

yeah yeah! You will have to come over some time and have food and glowy cranberry juice with me.
Why do you have chromium trioxide?

I love that icon :)

[morsla.livejournal.com]

I have chromic acid here as I'm at work, and part of my job involves dissolving things in it... I study Rust.

Re: I love that icon :)

[kikilon.livejournal.com]

^_^ Can't go past Calvin & Hobbes.

Ooooh, that's bound to be a great opener. "Hello, I'm Morsla, I study rust."
But okay, that makes more sense than having it at home. That just gave me the weirdest mental images. ;)

How does your timetable look anyways? Insanely busy, or will you have to fill it up with more busy stuff to keep you from being alive too much?

He studies rust

[harkon.livejournal.com]

But okay, that makes more sense than having it at home. That just gave me the weirdest mental images.

I can imagine morsla with a secret lab with all manner of dodats and whatsits up in his room, it wouldn't be so much hidden as buried as he pushes stuff off his desk...

Re: He studies rust

[morsla.livejournal.com]

I was going to reply when I first read that, but realised that I couldn't find the kepboard under all the doodads and whatsits on my desk...

No powercord to track it by, you see...