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...when the doctor gets out the paddles and yells, "Clear!" Instead I say that I'm a new aunt and I don't want to kill my nephew. The instructor replies, "It's nice you're here, but next time you might want to sign up for Infant CPR." I joke that oh, my parents have one foot in the grave too, and then everyone looks sad and nods in sympathy...
...midday, I know the proper way to clean up a blood spill. (With bleach.) I know the remedies for both conscious and unconscious choking, and how to self-administer the Heimlich maneuver (by leaning over the back of a chair). I know how to apply CPR. After a morning of vivid reminders of my mortality, the lunch break becomes an exercise in dread. For example, do I want to spend what may be the final hour of my life munching a Cobb salad and reading a book by Al Franken? I look down at my lunch and think...
...midday, I know the proper way to clean up a blood spill. (With bleach.) I know the remedies for both conscious and unconscious choking, and how to self-administer the Heimlich maneuver (by leaning over the back of a chair). I know how to apply CPR. After a morning of vivid reminders of my mortality, the lunch break becomes an exercise in dread. For example, do I want to spend what may be the final hour of my life munching a Cobb salad and reading a book by Al Franken? I look down at my lunch and think...
...Education of any sort is supposed to make a student question the world and her place in it. But when I registered for the CPR class I thought of it as more like P.E. than Philosophy 101. And while it's true I will be sore the next morning from bending over Little Anne and pounding on her chest, I return from lunch for the afternoon defibrillator session with the kind of metaphysical panic I remember from the Nietzsche unit in freshman year...
...find a CPR course, contact your local Red Cross or go to redcross.org