No calls since the last one at the hotel, a week ago. It's been way slow for the last several months. I did miss a serious accident on Friday, though, as I was on my way to MM38 (woo, hoo!).
FF1 class this evening. First Aid. The class was the taught by the lead instructor.
I'm fortunate that I am taking the course in the town where I am... I am the only long-haired male in class out of a class of twenty-five or so males and one female. EMS and rescue courses are like that; no male has long hair, ever, except me. It usually takes me a while to get my instructors past my freak exterior, but the lead instructor and the administrative lead, the chief at that station, have both seen me at scenes and know that I'm serious.
I found the first aid stuff dullish, although the lead instructor has an interesting, very energetic way of presenting things. He stalks between the rows, speaking to individual people and including everyone in his manic performance. His descriptions of red and white blood cells and platelets were vivid enactments involving wrapping himself around various student's drink bottles and notebooks, distributing them around the room as oxygen and carbon dioxide molecules and clotting agents. He was pretty entertaining, and I know that he will be very interesting teaching the fire curriculum.
Some of the slides were the usual pictures of horrific injuries. BB-to-the-eye was a good one; and I just this evening had a discussion of "no BB guns in this house" with me taking the "sixteen and responsible" side. There was also nail-through-the-finger, digits-burned-off, avulsed-and-lacerated hand, ring-desleeve (warned since Navy boot camp about the horrific dangers of the wedding band, I've finally seen a picture), foot-electric-exit-wound, and several flavors of bit-by-snake. Sure, there were other pictures; these were the highlights.
The text book and workbooks form an 8 x 10 stack about six inches high. In two weeks time, we are supposed to start bringing our turnout gear.
News on the EMT-I front... My state has a bizarre EMS setup that recognizes the National Registry for Basics and Paramedics but not for Intermediates. In fact, there's a whole new state set of protocols for Intermediates, the '03 'I' curriculum, that is not quite as advanced as the latest National Registry stuff but has certain contorted differences. So, now ALSI is looking into what that would entail for their training of my 'I' section in March, and how I would get Vermont certification afterwards. Another option I'm considering is to get state reciprocity with a state that Vermont recognizes, so, take 'I' at ALSI, get National Registry and New Hampshire certification, and use that to get Vermont certification. To do that, though, I would have to get the sponsorship of an EMS squad in New Hampshire and probably have to do the clinicals at a hospital in NH. I have a loose affiliation with an ambulance squad, but no contacts at the hospital over there. It would just be easier if I didn't have to deal with New Hampshire.
FF1 class this evening. First Aid. The class was the taught by the lead instructor.
I'm fortunate that I am taking the course in the town where I am... I am the only long-haired male in class out of a class of twenty-five or so males and one female. EMS and rescue courses are like that; no male has long hair, ever, except me. It usually takes me a while to get my instructors past my freak exterior, but the lead instructor and the administrative lead, the chief at that station, have both seen me at scenes and know that I'm serious.
I found the first aid stuff dullish, although the lead instructor has an interesting, very energetic way of presenting things. He stalks between the rows, speaking to individual people and including everyone in his manic performance. His descriptions of red and white blood cells and platelets were vivid enactments involving wrapping himself around various student's drink bottles and notebooks, distributing them around the room as oxygen and carbon dioxide molecules and clotting agents. He was pretty entertaining, and I know that he will be very interesting teaching the fire curriculum.
Some of the slides were the usual pictures of horrific injuries. BB-to-the-eye was a good one;
The text book and workbooks form an 8 x 10 stack about six inches high. In two weeks time, we are supposed to start bringing our turnout gear.
News on the EMT-I front... My state has a bizarre EMS setup that recognizes the National Registry for Basics and Paramedics but not for Intermediates. In fact, there's a whole new state set of protocols for Intermediates, the '03 'I' curriculum, that is not quite as advanced as the latest National Registry stuff but has certain contorted differences. So, now ALSI is looking into what that would entail for their training of my 'I' section in March, and how I would get Vermont certification afterwards. Another option I'm considering is to get state reciprocity with a state that Vermont recognizes, so, take 'I' at ALSI, get National Registry and New Hampshire certification, and use that to get Vermont certification. To do that, though, I would have to get the sponsorship of an EMS squad in New Hampshire and probably have to do the clinicals at a hospital in NH. I have a loose affiliation with an ambulance squad, but no contacts at the hospital over there. It would just be easier if I didn't have to deal with New Hampshire.
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Gold and silver are hightly conductive, so there's a high dzzit!! factor. Plus, I'd imagine that there's some theoretical danger of picking up an induced current in a high-voltage atmosphere.
The steel plant my father worked at for 44 years had a rule against wearing rings to work, but my dad never took his off, as far as we know. But he never got it caught in anything either.
My brother got his hand crushed there, tho - but it had nothing to do with wearing a ring.
Sometimes I think hearing about it without seeing it is worse than seeing it, because your mind can make up worse shit that you can see. Of course, you've seen some of that stuff up for real, so you might say that's just bullshit.
I wonder if Whole Foods (or similar long-hair tradition establishments) ever look at the guy with the crew-cut and single him out for special treatment.....
Kay says you're a republican. Don't worry! You can blast her personally once she's figured out her login again!
PS Keep in mind, she is a minor!