Anatomy of a Disaster

We had our 911 a.k.a Emergency/Disaster Training last week. It may have been almost a week after the said event but I still have the horrible bruises on my arms and knees to attest to the rigorous training that took place. The inside of my arms still have dark bruises from the lifting we did as part of the victim evacuation training. My knees still show hematoma from all those kneeling from practicing CPR. The immaculate white shirt I wore during training had been stained by catsup, which was used as "blood" during our simulation of mass casualty incidents.

It was fun, painful but fun. However, I doubt I'd want to become a medical technician or an emergency room nurse. Why? My grades in the whole thing were just...awful. I was probably one of those who got the lowest score. *Sigh* I was pathetic at CPR (because the senior trainer said my "form" was incorrect but did not even bother to tell me what the right positioning was, damn it). I can hardly remember any of the bandaging techniques taught (which were like, i dunno, about 20 to 25 all in all) in a matter of 2 hours. I hardly even had answers on the enumeration part of our written exam. Well, so much for that. I think someone out there is telling me that emergency nursing or anything related to first aid isn't really my forte. But I guess you can't be good in everything. I just plain suck at it, which when I think about it...well...sucks (wow, I certainly have a wide vocabulary, don't I?)

But at least that's over. It's time to move on to this week's duty: ER NOC (11 pm to 3 am). Wee. I am so excited (can you just feel the sarcasm radiating in waves there?). Haha.