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I've been a member of the Red Cross for about four or five months now. Apart from the training you get, we attend shows and festivals and wait on standby with first aid treatment and helping casualties and so forth.
I've only just finished my basic training so I can't say I'm completely fantastic at it.. but it's really nice to have a job where you feel useful, that people respect you, and you can actually do something to help them, no matter how small.
The first major thing that happened was back a few months ago in a Medieval Festival. People doing sword fights and jousting. Unfortunately, no limbs were lost.
However this one guy was playing with his nephews, was tackled to the ground, fell awkwardly and put his back out.
Dr Thraves on the scene, panicking like anything, whilst the person I would have relied on was running back and forth to the tent getting cushions. The ambulance crew were there for this one, and asked for my assistance.
At the time I'd had basically no training, had no idea about anything, but thankfully the ambulance men/women took control, I ran up with the guy who'd come back with a cushion to get the stretcher, came back with it, we lifted the bad back guy onto the stretcher and carried him up to the tent.
That was really my first kinda experience in really being involved in something, carrying this guy on a stretcher. He was in a lot of pain so we tried to make it comfortable for him.. but the feeling of being involved in something was amazing. Granted I had no idea what I was doing, but it kicked something off in me, some bit of excitement. I watched as the ambulance crew gave him an intravenous drip, gave him some gas to breathe (I can't for the life of me remember what it's called, trust me to forget) and looked after him until the ambulance arrived to take him away.
Afterwards I met with the ambulance guy and apologised for being a bit panicked when it all happened. He told me it was fine, and thanked me for helping, asked why the ambulance needed to be there at all as we could have handled things on our own. (The others had actually been trained and were great, I was still a bit confused.)
Today there was a cancer charity fete and we'd been invited along to help. Only three of us, including one girl who's not really had much training or confidence, so it was just me and the boss really.
It was a nice day, very sunny. The boss and the girl had gone out for a walk around the place to keep an eye, and an old woman came in to talk to me.
Apparently there'd been an accident and someone wanted the Red Cross to come help.
Now.. think back to me panicking at having to deal with this guy who's back had gone out.
..and I didn't panic at all. I was on my own, I'd had more training, I knew how to help people. I suddenly had a wave of confidence.
I kept extremely calm, came out with the old woman and walked towards whereabouts the casualty apparently was. All I could think was how important it was to help the person.. all my fears went out the window, I knew how to help in a lot of situations, and besides, the important thing was being someone professional who could help, reassure the person, help them, or get more help if needed.
So it was strange to face that. My boss was telling me afterwards how there was this one girl who studied the textbooks from cover to cover, knew all the first aid.. and one day was faced with having to deal with an emergency, completely locked up and the casualty died. It was pretty empowering knowing I could face something now.
So anyway, I turned up to the accident.. looked around..
And er.
An old woman had fell off a chair.
And was perfectly fine. Not a scratch on her. Just fell off the chair.
To be honest, after facing what it feels like to be alone in a situation and take charge yourself, I was a little disappointed. It did raise a smile to think about this poor old woman falling off a chair, but er.
Yes. She was a bit worried because she'd just had a new hip, and was thinking she had to look after it and so on. I told her to come see me, or send someone to come find me if she felt any pain at all, or if she was having problems.
And that was that. My first experience of being a first aider on my own and it was a bit of a let down.
I guess the important thing is though that I managed to face it on my own.. take charge, responsibility, and knew exactly what was needed from me. It wasn't a struggle, I didn't go over things in my head too much or panic, I just knew what I had to do. Which was a great feeling for me, knowing now I can face something on my own and not have to worry.
Done anything exciting this weekend?
I've only just finished my basic training so I can't say I'm completely fantastic at it.. but it's really nice to have a job where you feel useful, that people respect you, and you can actually do something to help them, no matter how small.
The first major thing that happened was back a few months ago in a Medieval Festival. People doing sword fights and jousting. Unfortunately, no limbs were lost.
However this one guy was playing with his nephews, was tackled to the ground, fell awkwardly and put his back out.
Dr Thraves on the scene, panicking like anything, whilst the person I would have relied on was running back and forth to the tent getting cushions. The ambulance crew were there for this one, and asked for my assistance.
At the time I'd had basically no training, had no idea about anything, but thankfully the ambulance men/women took control, I ran up with the guy who'd come back with a cushion to get the stretcher, came back with it, we lifted the bad back guy onto the stretcher and carried him up to the tent.
That was really my first kinda experience in really being involved in something, carrying this guy on a stretcher. He was in a lot of pain so we tried to make it comfortable for him.. but the feeling of being involved in something was amazing. Granted I had no idea what I was doing, but it kicked something off in me, some bit of excitement. I watched as the ambulance crew gave him an intravenous drip, gave him some gas to breathe (I can't for the life of me remember what it's called, trust me to forget) and looked after him until the ambulance arrived to take him away.
Afterwards I met with the ambulance guy and apologised for being a bit panicked when it all happened. He told me it was fine, and thanked me for helping, asked why the ambulance needed to be there at all as we could have handled things on our own. (The others had actually been trained and were great, I was still a bit confused.)
Today there was a cancer charity fete and we'd been invited along to help. Only three of us, including one girl who's not really had much training or confidence, so it was just me and the boss really.
It was a nice day, very sunny. The boss and the girl had gone out for a walk around the place to keep an eye, and an old woman came in to talk to me.
Apparently there'd been an accident and someone wanted the Red Cross to come help.
Now.. think back to me panicking at having to deal with this guy who's back had gone out.
..and I didn't panic at all. I was on my own, I'd had more training, I knew how to help people. I suddenly had a wave of confidence.
I kept extremely calm, came out with the old woman and walked towards whereabouts the casualty apparently was. All I could think was how important it was to help the person.. all my fears went out the window, I knew how to help in a lot of situations, and besides, the important thing was being someone professional who could help, reassure the person, help them, or get more help if needed.
So it was strange to face that. My boss was telling me afterwards how there was this one girl who studied the textbooks from cover to cover, knew all the first aid.. and one day was faced with having to deal with an emergency, completely locked up and the casualty died. It was pretty empowering knowing I could face something now.
So anyway, I turned up to the accident.. looked around..
And er.
An old woman had fell off a chair.
And was perfectly fine. Not a scratch on her. Just fell off the chair.
To be honest, after facing what it feels like to be alone in a situation and take charge yourself, I was a little disappointed. It did raise a smile to think about this poor old woman falling off a chair, but er.
Yes. She was a bit worried because she'd just had a new hip, and was thinking she had to look after it and so on. I told her to come see me, or send someone to come find me if she felt any pain at all, or if she was having problems.
And that was that. My first experience of being a first aider on my own and it was a bit of a let down.
I guess the important thing is though that I managed to face it on my own.. take charge, responsibility, and knew exactly what was needed from me. It wasn't a struggle, I didn't go over things in my head too much or panic, I just knew what I had to do. Which was a great feeling for me, knowing now I can face something on my own and not have to worry.
Done anything exciting this weekend?
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Got a first aid assessment tonight. Hope it goes well, I'll be fully qualified after tonight if it goes ok.
Haha, I actually LOLed at that.
A lot of my family were at this cancer thing.
I told my Aunt "If you get the time, and you see someone walking around with walking sticks, push them over and call for me"
I told my Aunt "If you get the time, and you see someone walking around with walking sticks, push them over and call for me"
Haha, you were hoping for a severed arm or at least a broken neck ... ?
Seriously, though, nice one Dr. Thraves -- I just know I would've pooed my pants and said something like "Er, actually I'm the onsite vet."
Next time I fall out of my chair I know who to call!
Seriously, though, nice one Dr. Thraves -- I just know I would've pooed my pants and said something like "Er, actually I'm the onsite vet."
Next time I fall out of my chair I know who to call!
Heh, love reading your posts.
Great that you were able to take charge and be confident. Ok she only fell off her chair but you seemed prepared for whatever it was.
:)
Great that you were able to take charge and be confident. Ok she only fell off her chair but you seemed prepared for whatever it was.
:)
I've been a member of the Red Cross for about four or five months now. Apart from the training you get, we attend shows and festivals and wait on standby with first aid treatment and helping casualties and so forth.
I've only just finished my basic training so I can't say I'm completely fantastic at it.. but it's really nice to have a job where you feel useful, that people respect you, and you can actually do something to help them, no matter how small.
The first major thing that happened was back a few months ago in a Medieval Festival. People doing sword fights and jousting. Unfortunately, no limbs were lost.
However this one guy was playing with his nephews, was tackled to the ground, fell awkwardly and put his back out.
Dr Thraves on the scene, panicking like anything, whilst the person I would have relied on was running back and forth to the tent getting cushions. The ambulance crew were there for this one, and asked for my assistance.
At the time I'd had basically no training, had no idea about anything, but thankfully the ambulance men/women took control, I ran up with the guy who'd come back with a cushion to get the stretcher, came back with it, we lifted the bad back guy onto the stretcher and carried him up to the tent.
That was really my first kinda experience in really being involved in something, carrying this guy on a stretcher. He was in a lot of pain so we tried to make it comfortable for him.. but the feeling of being involved in something was amazing. Granted I had no idea what I was doing, but it kicked something off in me, some bit of excitement. I watched as the ambulance crew gave him an intravenous drip, gave him some gas to breathe (I can't for the life of me remember what it's called, trust me to forget) and looked after him until the ambulance arrived to take him away.
Afterwards I met with the ambulance guy and apologised for being a bit panicked when it all happened. He told me it was fine, and thanked me for helping, asked why the ambulance needed to be there at all as we could have handled things on our own. (The others had actually been trained and were great, I was still a bit confused.)
Today there was a cancer charity fete and we'd been invited along to help. Only three of us, including one girl who's not really had much training or confidence, so it was just me and the boss really.
It was a nice day, very sunny. The boss and the girl had gone out for a walk around the place to keep an eye, and an old woman came in to talk to me.
Apparently there'd been an accident and someone wanted the Red Cross to come help.
Now.. think back to me panicking at having to deal with this guy who's back had gone out.
..and I didn't panic at all. I was on my own, I'd had more training, I knew how to help people. I suddenly had a wave of confidence.
I kept extremely calm, came out with the old woman and walked towards whereabouts the casualty apparently was. All I could think was how important it was to help the person.. all my fears went out the window, I knew how to help in a lot of situations, and besides, the important thing was being someone professional who could help, reassure the person, help them, or get more help if needed.
So it was strange to face that. My boss was telling me afterwards how there was this one girl who studied the textbooks from cover to cover, knew all the first aid.. and one day was faced with having to deal with an emergency, completely locked up and the casualty died. It was pretty empowering knowing I could face something now.
So anyway, I turned up to the accident.. looked around..
And er.
An old woman had fell off a chair.
And was perfectly fine. Not a scratch on her. Just fell off the chair.
To be honest, after facing what it feels like to be alone in a situation and take charge yourself, I was a little disappointed. It did raise a smile to think about this poor old woman falling off a chair, but er.
Yes. She was a bit worried because she'd just had a new hip, and was thinking she had to look after it and so on. I told her to come see me, or send someone to come find me if she felt any pain at all, or if she was having problems.
And that was that. My first experience of being a first aider on my own and it was a bit of a let down.
I guess the important thing is though that I managed to face it on my own.. take charge, responsibility, and knew exactly what was needed from me. It wasn't a struggle, I didn't go over things in my head too much or panic, I just knew what I had to do. Which was a great feeling for me, knowing now I can face something on my own and not have to worry.
Done anything exciting this weekend?
I've only just finished my basic training so I can't say I'm completely fantastic at it.. but it's really nice to have a job where you feel useful, that people respect you, and you can actually do something to help them, no matter how small.
The first major thing that happened was back a few months ago in a Medieval Festival. People doing sword fights and jousting. Unfortunately, no limbs were lost.
However this one guy was playing with his nephews, was tackled to the ground, fell awkwardly and put his back out.
Dr Thraves on the scene, panicking like anything, whilst the person I would have relied on was running back and forth to the tent getting cushions. The ambulance crew were there for this one, and asked for my assistance.
At the time I'd had basically no training, had no idea about anything, but thankfully the ambulance men/women took control, I ran up with the guy who'd come back with a cushion to get the stretcher, came back with it, we lifted the bad back guy onto the stretcher and carried him up to the tent.
That was really my first kinda experience in really being involved in something, carrying this guy on a stretcher. He was in a lot of pain so we tried to make it comfortable for him.. but the feeling of being involved in something was amazing. Granted I had no idea what I was doing, but it kicked something off in me, some bit of excitement. I watched as the ambulance crew gave him an intravenous drip, gave him some gas to breathe (I can't for the life of me remember what it's called, trust me to forget) and looked after him until the ambulance arrived to take him away.
Afterwards I met with the ambulance guy and apologised for being a bit panicked when it all happened. He told me it was fine, and thanked me for helping, asked why the ambulance needed to be there at all as we could have handled things on our own. (The others had actually been trained and were great, I was still a bit confused.)
Today there was a cancer charity fete and we'd been invited along to help. Only three of us, including one girl who's not really had much training or confidence, so it was just me and the boss really.
It was a nice day, very sunny. The boss and the girl had gone out for a walk around the place to keep an eye, and an old woman came in to talk to me.
Apparently there'd been an accident and someone wanted the Red Cross to come help.
Now.. think back to me panicking at having to deal with this guy who's back had gone out.
..and I didn't panic at all. I was on my own, I'd had more training, I knew how to help people. I suddenly had a wave of confidence.
I kept extremely calm, came out with the old woman and walked towards whereabouts the casualty apparently was. All I could think was how important it was to help the person.. all my fears went out the window, I knew how to help in a lot of situations, and besides, the important thing was being someone professional who could help, reassure the person, help them, or get more help if needed.
So it was strange to face that. My boss was telling me afterwards how there was this one girl who studied the textbooks from cover to cover, knew all the first aid.. and one day was faced with having to deal with an emergency, completely locked up and the casualty died. It was pretty empowering knowing I could face something now.
So anyway, I turned up to the accident.. looked around..
And er.
An old woman had fell off a chair.
And was perfectly fine. Not a scratch on her. Just fell off the chair.
To be honest, after facing what it feels like to be alone in a situation and take charge yourself, I was a little disappointed. It did raise a smile to think about this poor old woman falling off a chair, but er.
Yes. She was a bit worried because she'd just had a new hip, and was thinking she had to look after it and so on. I told her to come see me, or send someone to come find me if she felt any pain at all, or if she was having problems.
And that was that. My first experience of being a first aider on my own and it was a bit of a let down.
I guess the important thing is though that I managed to face it on my own.. take charge, responsibility, and knew exactly what was needed from me. It wasn't a struggle, I didn't go over things in my head too much or panic, I just knew what I had to do. Which was a great feeling for me, knowing now I can face something on my own and not have to worry.
Done anything exciting this weekend?
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