How many people do you know who injures themselves while attending CPR class? Well...you know at least one.
Tada!
It should be against the rules that a 35yr old (okay....17x's), overweight chick would be required to wallow around on the floor making out with a dummy (Shush, Mara). I did that crap back in my early 20's!
For real, though. I am not able to spend any time on my knees. It really hurts! I fell, waaaay back when, and cracked my knee-cap (remember that, Emily? You were going to get out of the car to pick me up. Bahahahaha!!). And to put that much weight on my wrists for 30 compressions - over and over and over - is going to cause some damage. (This is the same wrist I had operated on back in the 80's)
I have a boo-boo! My left wrist is killing me! And I think I'm going to have bruises on my knees! And I didn't even get a kiss from the dummy! (We had to use masks...)
Every time I try to climb in my bed, I zing my wrist...then I try to catch myself by propping my knee on the mattress and I zing myself again! I had to take two Aleves. Getting old sucks.
I'm whining...can you tell?
At least I was able to take a few photos before my body seized up. Sadly, no pics of the dummy. Chuck weighs a ton, so I have to be careful...no way do I want to carry my tripod to shoot off of...that thing weighs a bazillion pounds!
After being tortured for almost 8 (EIGHT!) hours of CPR training, I sneaked up the street - oops - to Ikea to get a couple of shelves for my room and then hit Target for some Commands Strips. At least I was able to capture a few good shots.
Creeper!!!
Aaron Siskind...
Sphe....Balls!!
I'll be all stove-up tomorrow. Hopefully, I won't have to milk this one for "too" long.
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