i like the woods
Had a very nice weekend out in the woods. We came home to a house without any power civilization was not yet achieved. It was knocked out due to the severe thunderstorm and tirenchal down pour we drove home in.
The weekend was relaxing and filled with wonderful people and great conversation. It gave me a lot to think about and had some wonderfully unexpected personal relationship exploration and expansion. Chad and I have a group of really wonderful and amazing friends that I am proud to feel and consider more of a family with. During our trip there was a serious down pour that caused one of our friends to slide in the rain and fall very hard on her leg on a considerably sharp rock. Seeing what happend I ran out grabbed her leg and held it together to keep her from bleeding out. The response from everyone else was quick and imedate- A tarp to cover to keep her from getting drenched and towels, blankets and water.
Chad grabbed the car and we put her in the back with another friend, off to the hospital we rushed. She needed two layers of stitches and had to have debris removed from the wound, I'm amazed at how nonchalant she was the whole time with the damage being that bad. I got Kudos from the doctor for holding her leg together and I was described by the nursing staff as "intense" (hay i wanted to light a sense of urgency under their asses...)
I've helped more than once in an emergency and am apparently really level headed and calm about it (other than wanting to kick nurses for not being fast enough) I got a lot of very sincere and heartfelt thank you's from people back at camp. It honestly made me blush and feel odd. I'm not going to say stuff like that happens all the time but you do what needs to be done with any and all situations. Everyone did an awesome job at helping.
Injurys and icky gory stuff doesn't phase me much- ironically the stories told after the fact make me more squeamish that being in the situation could. I was pretty ok with the whole situation until when she was in getting her stitches done and I finally took a look at my hands- having someone elses blood all over them really gives the mind pause I'll tell you.
I am kinda wondering about doing the part time EMT thing (EMT hat maker Bunny now thats a mix!) I'd have to get over my severe phobia of the dead. Depending on where you train they make you do a night carting around bodies in the morgue... The real test humm.... My brain is currently doing its "off prossessing" thing I'm sure it will let me know how I feel about the situation when it's done.
Lots to think about
The weekend was relaxing and filled with wonderful people and great conversation. It gave me a lot to think about and had some wonderfully unexpected personal relationship exploration and expansion. Chad and I have a group of really wonderful and amazing friends that I am proud to feel and consider more of a family with. During our trip there was a serious down pour that caused one of our friends to slide in the rain and fall very hard on her leg on a considerably sharp rock. Seeing what happend I ran out grabbed her leg and held it together to keep her from bleeding out. The response from everyone else was quick and imedate- A tarp to cover to keep her from getting drenched and towels, blankets and water.
Chad grabbed the car and we put her in the back with another friend, off to the hospital we rushed. She needed two layers of stitches and had to have debris removed from the wound, I'm amazed at how nonchalant she was the whole time with the damage being that bad. I got Kudos from the doctor for holding her leg together and I was described by the nursing staff as "intense" (hay i wanted to light a sense of urgency under their asses...)
I've helped more than once in an emergency and am apparently really level headed and calm about it (other than wanting to kick nurses for not being fast enough) I got a lot of very sincere and heartfelt thank you's from people back at camp. It honestly made me blush and feel odd. I'm not going to say stuff like that happens all the time but you do what needs to be done with any and all situations. Everyone did an awesome job at helping.
Injurys and icky gory stuff doesn't phase me much- ironically the stories told after the fact make me more squeamish that being in the situation could. I was pretty ok with the whole situation until when she was in getting her stitches done and I finally took a look at my hands- having someone elses blood all over them really gives the mind pause I'll tell you.
I am kinda wondering about doing the part time EMT thing (EMT hat maker Bunny now thats a mix!) I'd have to get over my severe phobia of the dead. Depending on where you train they make you do a night carting around bodies in the morgue... The real test humm.... My brain is currently doing its "off prossessing" thing I'm sure it will let me know how I feel about the situation when it's done.
Lots to think about