I am currently taking a WEMT Course, which is in an internetless location in Leavenworth, WA, and takes an astonishing amount of my time every day. In addition to the time constraints, it has been pretty exhausting. Never underestimate the energy required to lie mostly naked in the woods, at night, at 30 degrees, pretending to have a sucking chest wound for six hours. I will endeavor to find the time to put something up by next Monday, and I think I should be able to do it.
The course is interesting, and some stories from this month will surely make it on to Faux Social in the coming months, but right now it is a little too overwhelming to discuss with anyone not in the course. Some how talking about how a pretend trauma patient physically battered you during a pretend vehicle extraction doesn't sound like a major event to people who are not also in the car, wrestling a combative patient from the driver's seat. Trust me, after doing that all afternoon, there is not much energy left to think of what to write. Maybe I will write about a few scenarios for the next post, or maybe it will be about Christmas again... From my mind, not even I can predict.
My fingers are starting to get cold from writing in my mountaintop office (I have to walk up a significant ridge to make phone calls or use the internet), and dinner has been served down in the lodge. With that, I wish all of you dear readers the very best, and encourage you to check out Matchbox Childhood, a post that was greatly overshadowed by the shooting at Sandyhook Elementary if you are in need of your Faux Social fix for the week.
The course is interesting, and some stories from this month will surely make it on to Faux Social in the coming months, but right now it is a little too overwhelming to discuss with anyone not in the course. Some how talking about how a pretend trauma patient physically battered you during a pretend vehicle extraction doesn't sound like a major event to people who are not also in the car, wrestling a combative patient from the driver's seat. Trust me, after doing that all afternoon, there is not much energy left to think of what to write. Maybe I will write about a few scenarios for the next post, or maybe it will be about Christmas again... From my mind, not even I can predict.
My fingers are starting to get cold from writing in my mountaintop office (I have to walk up a significant ridge to make phone calls or use the internet), and dinner has been served down in the lodge. With that, I wish all of you dear readers the very best, and encourage you to check out Matchbox Childhood, a post that was greatly overshadowed by the shooting at Sandyhook Elementary if you are in need of your Faux Social fix for the week.
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