For awhile now, I’ve been on the hunt for something to put on the wall in one of our bathrooms. I saw this at Target yesterday and thought it was pretty cute, with the exact combo of blue, white, and rustic-ness I was looking for.
But then I thought…is that the right message for a bathroom?
Haha. I almost got it just to see if people would comment on it.
As with all Target trips, that had nothing to do with the reason I was really there. I’d actually stopped for this:
We were out of “my” coffee at home (the mocha-flavored Gevalia, as opposed to Brent’s boring house blend stuff) and I knew I had a long day ahead (including 4 ungodly hours of CPR training), so I was feeling a gigantic skinny vanilla latte calling my name.
Just my luck: the espresso machine was out for maintenance. THAT HAPPENS??
Oh well. A chocolate chai latte was a pretty awesome stand-in.
The CPR class was long and boring, but actually not as long and boring as I’d expected. At first, I was frustrated that I couldn’t just take the refresher course, despite having been certified multiple times before (you had to have a current certification). So I was planning to morph into my sullen/rebellious high schooler alter-ego during the class, to teach the instructor a lesson.
I was also grumpy about the cost of the class, so I really stuck it to the man by passive aggressively complaining about it on Twitter.
I mean…right? It should at least be a tax credit.
Despite my poor attitude (which was further exacerbated by the fact that I got lost looking for the class and ended up busting into a meeting with a bunch of nurses before finding the right room), I somehow ended up staying pretty engaged for the entire 4 hours. Turns out a lot has changed in the CPR world over the past few years.
I knew that the recommendations were moving away from mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, and ultimately, away from rescue breathing even with a mask (toward just doing chest compressions), but I’d thought that was just to simplify CPR (and to remove the icky kissing part) so that people would be more likely to actually use it.
In reality, the reasons are even more complex and interesting than that. For example:
–The percentage of oxygen you’re delivering to a victim during rescue breathing is actually very low, and the difference in survival rates between old school CPR and chest-compressions-only is not impressive.
–It’s easy to give the victim more air than he needs, so some air inevitably ends up in the stomach, causing vomiting. (Not ideal in a mouth-to-mouth situation.)
–Researchers are currently trying to prove that the amount of air that’s naturally sucked in through the mouth while chest compressions are being delivered is enough to sustain a victim.
–Diseases can be transmitted through mouth-to-mouth. (The instructor had a sad story about a police officer who died from a disease contracted that way.)
The tricky part: this only applies to adults. With kids, who don’t have as much oxygen circulating through their bodies at any given time, rescue breathing is still a critical part of the process.
One girl in the class got really worked up about the idea that someone could potentially use mouth-to-mouth on her and give her some horrible disease. She even mentioned getting a bracelet that said “no mouth to mouth, please.” What??
(Another of that girl’s gems: she asked what she should do if she was in the middle of nowhere, without a phone, with no hope of being looked for anytime soon, and she’d done CPR on the victim to the point of exhaustion. Umm…what kind of answer was she looking for? An intro to smoke signals?)
Anyway. I’m now officially CPR certified and ready to take on the world.
In other news, tomorrow is my FIRST OFFICIAL DAY on the new job! I’m feeling surprisingly calm about it—I think mostly because Brent’s mom is coming to watch Mason for these first 3 days, which will save me from having anxiety attacks about the daycare transition all day. She’s also offered to help with the cooking, which I am not dumb enough to turn down. Thank goodness for Grandmas!!
Completely unrelated yet critical question:
Are you familiar with the term “underdog” as it relates to pushing kids on swings?
My husband JUST learned this term and is under the impression that he is normal. Please help settle this.