"Does this happen to you often?"
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shadesong. Nothing else appropriate.
First off, we're back from Day One of Nisei Week/Tofu Festival. Tofu Festival in dire need of retooling due to losing their site to a new condo complex (they used to use a beeeg parking lot - it's homes now), and there was no seating to speak of to eat your goodies at. That could easily be fixed with a little planning - other than that, swag swag swag and so on.
We finished the morning over at the JANM, sitting in the wonderful A/C on the bench next to a very temperamental elevator. It didn't want to go up, it didn't go down on command - and we watched a mother with a young boy go in, hit the appropriate buttons and the saw the doors close.
I kinda kept an ear open, because I expected the elevator to redeposit them right back where they started - and sure enough, I heard them come back up....
Except the doors open, and Mom had the kid in her arms, running toward the back of the floor where the bathrooms were. Kid is in full hollering, scared-crying.
Except she didn't hit the bathrooms. She ran into the front hall where they were holding a children's arts and crafts event, asking for first aid.
I know this, because I ran after her. Something about the urgency twigged me.
Uh, I now know where the first aid room is at the museum.
The kid had caught a finger in the elevator. While it was in motion. And it bled like a stuck pig - both of them were completely freaked out.
I am so SO glad I've got my CERT training.
The only thing I wish I'd had were gloves. Yes, there was a Zee Medical kit on the wall. No, there were no gloves.
Sat them both down, and just got to work. Pressure on the wound (BIG avulsion to the fourth finger on the right hand), and started talking them down. Both of them. Poor Mom was easily as freaked out as kid - I just started in with "scary part is over. Let me see."
Okay, saw. Put pressure right back on and sent the museum staff for my husband and demanded a 911 call. By the time he got there, kid was almost calmed down - Jim walks in, and the magic happens. Why yes - he stopped crying. Not another peep out of him. He's called Lucas, and he's two and a half years old. I tell the museum staff I want a 911 call - and then I settle in to wait for someone with a few more watts in the pot to come relieve me. (Yes, I asked for that call twice. I made sure it was placed.)
We move off the rag Mom began with to paper towels to 3 x 3s out of the Zee kit. Jim does sleight of hand with a quarter, including making it come out his nose - THAT was teh cool for Lucas. He never stopped talking about it, including giggles.
Jim wets down some paper towels and cleans all of us up. Once the blood is gone, this isn't so scary and Lucas wants to see his hand - that was as much trouble as he was to me.
Of course, I'm thinking about what two or more paramedics are going to do about freaking this kid out when they get there. So, we give him fair warning - and he was totally cool when three of the beefiest burritos of manhood show up. I'm able to give them a quick rundown of the issue, and then let them take over.
They allow her to take the kid to his own doctor, at his own ER, back in his own town and all was well.
Washed my hands well and split.
Met up withredqueenofevil and her fella out front of the museum, we introduced them to Curry House and other parts of Little Tokyo and came home. Jim has work tomorrow as it is - and we are fried. It was HOT today (it always is, Nisei Week is in August, go figure), and while we managed to stay hydrated - it was very, very hard to stay cool enough to be comfortable.
Washed my hands again when I got home and checking my shorts? Yeah, he tagged me. So, into the wash with them as well.
Me, getting shower now.
I think I did good. I'll have to call my CERT instructors and let them be proud.
(BTW. Nothing has changed. Fireman are still the sexiest thing on two legs Just saying.)
shadesong. Nothing else appropriate.First off, we're back from Day One of Nisei Week/Tofu Festival. Tofu Festival in dire need of retooling due to losing their site to a new condo complex (they used to use a beeeg parking lot - it's homes now), and there was no seating to speak of to eat your goodies at. That could easily be fixed with a little planning - other than that, swag swag swag and so on.
We finished the morning over at the JANM, sitting in the wonderful A/C on the bench next to a very temperamental elevator. It didn't want to go up, it didn't go down on command - and we watched a mother with a young boy go in, hit the appropriate buttons and the saw the doors close.
I kinda kept an ear open, because I expected the elevator to redeposit them right back where they started - and sure enough, I heard them come back up....
Except the doors open, and Mom had the kid in her arms, running toward the back of the floor where the bathrooms were. Kid is in full hollering, scared-crying.
Except she didn't hit the bathrooms. She ran into the front hall where they were holding a children's arts and crafts event, asking for first aid.
I know this, because I ran after her. Something about the urgency twigged me.
Uh, I now know where the first aid room is at the museum.
The kid had caught a finger in the elevator. While it was in motion. And it bled like a stuck pig - both of them were completely freaked out.
I am so SO glad I've got my CERT training.
The only thing I wish I'd had were gloves. Yes, there was a Zee Medical kit on the wall. No, there were no gloves.
Sat them both down, and just got to work. Pressure on the wound (BIG avulsion to the fourth finger on the right hand), and started talking them down. Both of them. Poor Mom was easily as freaked out as kid - I just started in with "scary part is over. Let me see."
Okay, saw. Put pressure right back on and sent the museum staff for my husband and demanded a 911 call. By the time he got there, kid was almost calmed down - Jim walks in, and the magic happens. Why yes - he stopped crying. Not another peep out of him. He's called Lucas, and he's two and a half years old. I tell the museum staff I want a 911 call - and then I settle in to wait for someone with a few more watts in the pot to come relieve me. (Yes, I asked for that call twice. I made sure it was placed.)
We move off the rag Mom began with to paper towels to 3 x 3s out of the Zee kit. Jim does sleight of hand with a quarter, including making it come out his nose - THAT was teh cool for Lucas. He never stopped talking about it, including giggles.
Jim wets down some paper towels and cleans all of us up. Once the blood is gone, this isn't so scary and Lucas wants to see his hand - that was as much trouble as he was to me.
Of course, I'm thinking about what two or more paramedics are going to do about freaking this kid out when they get there. So, we give him fair warning - and he was totally cool when three of the beefiest burritos of manhood show up. I'm able to give them a quick rundown of the issue, and then let them take over.
They allow her to take the kid to his own doctor, at his own ER, back in his own town and all was well.
Washed my hands well and split.
Met up with
redqueenofevil and her fella out front of the museum, we introduced them to Curry House and other parts of Little Tokyo and came home. Jim has work tomorrow as it is - and we are fried. It was HOT today (it always is, Nisei Week is in August, go figure), and while we managed to stay hydrated - it was very, very hard to stay cool enough to be comfortable.Washed my hands again when I got home and checking my shorts? Yeah, he tagged me. So, into the wash with them as well.
Me, getting shower now.
I think I did good. I'll have to call my CERT instructors and let them be proud.
(BTW. Nothing has changed. Fireman are still the sexiest thing on two legs Just saying.)
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Date: 2007-08-19 02:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 03:33 am (UTC)Go you. Need more people like that.
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Date: 2007-08-19 04:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 05:06 am (UTC)And agreed about firemen -- beefy man burritos indeed.
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Date: 2007-08-19 05:54 am (UTC)Add yes, same here, about the firemen.
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Date: 2007-08-19 07:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 08:17 am (UTC)As for firemen, on our drive back from San Diego in June we passed by FIVE big red firetrucks, all piled up with hot hot hot firemen in full gear. I was gesticulating wildly to get Peo to wave to the firemen because she loves fire trucks, but she was so mesmerized by the red that she wouldn't wave, so I'm sure the firemen thought I was just being freaky for them, which isn't entirely untrue, but really really the waving was for my kid. Really. ;)
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Date: 2007-08-19 01:24 pm (UTC)Mmmm, firemen. I love them.
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Date: 2007-08-19 06:43 pm (UTC)Good work, too! I'm afraid that I would have a difficult time with a small child due to the noise factor- I am very sensitive to loud, high pitched sounds.
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Date: 2007-08-19 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-20 04:18 pm (UTC)Heh. The first order of business was to get him settled down and quiet. Which he did, as nice as I could ask for. He's quiet, he isn't fighting me. He's quiet, I can apply pressure gently without hurting him. Once the OMG wore off, he just wanted to see -
I really had two victims on my hands - Mom was just as freaked as he was.