Yesterday was an interesting day, bumming around in the morning doing not a lot and then off to a First Aid course in the afternoon as part of my Sensei accreditation. Unfortunately these courses don’t take into account that 9 times out of 10 it is me who is the injured one as sparring new yellow belts is DANGEROUS!
Pretty much all the Northampton Senseis were there, and a fair portion from Milton Keynes. It’s always nice to see and chat to colleagues from different regions, and measure them up in case of upcoming competitions
Went through all the usual DR ABC (Danger, Response, Airways, Breathing, Call) procedures, doing CPR on the adult, child and baby dummies and creating slings, etc. All fairly standard and all pretty much taken in my stride. However…
Now in my defense I am not afraid of the sight of blood. I am not a fan of it, but neither does it faze me much. Jagged nasty wounds, however, are a different thing altogether! Therefore when the first picture of sliced open fingers appeared on the PowerPoint presentation I was not entirely happy… but I tried to look clinically at them.
Then the next set of pictures started appearing…
OK, time to look away. Then the others in the room started with the “Oooh! Errrr! Yich! Oh Shit!”, and for some of those you just have to look. Bad, bad mistake.
Jagged nasty open wounds and objects embedded in places they really shouldn’t be embedded. It was at this point the tinnitus in my ears got noticeably louder, and peripheral vision started to cloud.
Shift position in seat, lean forward and make out I am leaning forward to take a non-existent sip from the empty orange juice carton under my seat. Beads of sweat start to break out on the brow and looking down at my arms I noticed they also seem to be coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Oooh shit!
I consoled myself that at least no-one else had noticed. “Are you OK?” from the person on my left, “Ha ha don’t faint on me” from the person on my right… Alright revise that, at least only my neighbours had noticed.
Suddenly a Mars bar looms up beside me, attached to Sarah who has come up from the BACK of the class. “You look like you are going to drop, do you want to eat this and get some sugar down you?”. Apparently I was *SO* grey, I was actually drawing all the colour from the room, like some wussy black hole!
Oh dear, I don’t think I am going to hear the last of this for a long, long time. As Sarah helpfully noted on facebook later; “Yeah you didn’t look too clever, I almost felt a little sorry for you!”
Almost..