This week I’m on a remote area first aid course. There’s so much to learn, and it really is one of those ‘things I should have done years ago’. But it is never too late. So a group of us have been hanging out in a scout camp on top of a hill not far from my house – but you can’t get there quickly, I need to drive all the way around the hill and up the other side!
[yes, I'm having a lazy week, driving...]
Today is the big night scenario – I sure need the practice, since I messed up my patient yesterday. Or, at least, failed to pin down what was going on. He might have survived…
Never mind. Failure is our great teacher.
So, by the end of Friday I predict I will be exhausted, and trying quite hard to retain all this information stuffed into our heads. At this point, it looks like I’m off climbing for a week on Saturday – so I’ll have plenty of time to lie in the tent and catch up.
Ahh, arapiles. Land of rock, tent time, and guitars by the fire.