Right. So...
I've been a little ill the last few days, which has slowed me down, but I'm getting a lot of work done on DD2. That's made Molly very happy. I'm also back to writing again, working on Usher's Wake, so near our half-way point that I can almost taste it.
Well, to make things interesting, I received a call last night from Jennifer's aunt, Gail, who informed me that an EMT is instructing a crisis class and needs more "bodies" for the students to check out and use first aid and/or CPR on. So, though I should be writing and cleaning house, I told her I'd be one of the bodies. She told me to be there early and they'll "make me up".
That's the weird thing about my life. I'm surrounded by people in the medical field. My mother was a nurse. Jennifer's mother is a nurse. (Our mothers were best friends since high school). Her Aunt Gail and Uncle Mike are local EMT and Jennifer is an x-ray tech. It's not surprising, of course, to hear at supper, something like: "There she was, dripping blood all over my scrubs from the shattered jaw while her snot is dangling in strings..." or something equally macabre. I've learned to have a strong stomach and try to put these images out of my mind during supper, but I'd also have to confess that in real life: yeah, I'd be sick. I'm a writer. I can imagine the stuff just fine. But don't put it in front of me.
But, it should be fun to get dressed up like a crisis victim. Maybe I'll take a few pictures while I'm there. I do have a morbid sense of humor. These should make fun keep-sakes.
Okay, I better go and get ready.
UPDATE: Okay, I'm back and cleaning house. But while the dishwasher runs I thought I'd share a few pics from the C.E.R.T class, where I sported some very bad burns on my arms.
Beth had glass sticking out of her arm...
And a gash in the other...
Tom had a nail in his shoulder...
Jennifer's aunt, Gail, is having her face painted up to be the shock victim. Unfortunately, she looked dead. I covered her up with boxes and told her that when the C.E.R.T students came in, she should jump up from the pile and scream bloody murder...
Gail also suggested that I become an EMT and gave me a long talk about it. She convinced me after some time, so I'll begin training in October.
The Niobrara Ponca tribe is having a Pow Wow this weekend. Did I tell you Jennifer also works with the mentally challenged? Well, she does - and they asked her to take some of her clients to the festival. I wasn't able to go, or rather, didn't think I was able to go, so I wasn't there, but Jennifer brought back some pics and a video of some of the ceremony.
Last, but not least, the video... (if it doesn't appear, check back later... Utube is probably still processing the video).
