Today in first aid training we moved on to WOUNDS. I had to play victim in a couple of scenarios, and in the first, I was asked to play an auto mechanic who had somehow managed to cut off the top half of one of his ears.
So I improvised, moaning and groaning, one hand clapped to my ear. The "rescuer" - a fellow student who doesn't know the nature of the scenario - rushed in and followed the steps she'd learned.
"Hi, I'm Theresa, I'm a Medic First Aid and I can help you. Are you all right? What happened?"
I struggled to think of a plausible answer to her question. After all, a person delivering first aid should know what happened in order to react properly.
"I CUT OFF MY EAR! This is what happens when you run with scissors."
Best I could do on the spur of the moment. Anyway, she applied dressings, saved the top half of my ear, and called 911. SAVED!
Sadly, I found out that hands-on defibrillator training will have to wait until next year. But at least I know enough to operate one of the idiot-proof models if I have to. ZAP!