I recently
attended an Outdoor First Aid course at Camp Waingaro, which is an old
scout hall nestled in 19 hectares of New Zealand bush. Quite a long way
from anywhere - or at least it felt like it when I found that I could no
longer get a cellphone signal. It was a beautiful site, surrounded on
three sides by a creek that wound its way down the valley.
I initially
thought it would be something of a refresher course, as I had attended
first aid courses before, but in many respects this was an entirely new
experience.
Granted, the
last in-depth First Aid course I took was over 30 years ago - but as it
turned out I had remembered most of the basic concepts I needed to know
over all of that time. The first day of the course was a lot of theory -
with some practical exercises using CPR dummies, various bandages, how
to deal with choking and so on. Of course, some practices and techniques
have changed over the years - in fact, some first aid practices seem to
change every few years as they learn more and best practices change.
On occasion, I
have had to use my first aid skills in the past - beyond the basics of
blisters, small cuts, splinters and burns. One was a full-out mountain
rescue involving a victim 200 feet (61m) down a steep slope, his
near-vertical evacuation and the treatment for scrapes, lacerations and
embedded gravel. Years after that, I had to deal with a victim who had
become engulfed in flame. It was a long drive to hospital as we worked
to cool and protect his burns. Fortunately, both victims fully
recovered.
As it had been a
long time since my initial training, I was nervous when I first arrived
at the course, but I grew progressively more confident throughout the
day as we covered familiar topics. However, things changed when we got
into the practical outdoor scenarios the next morning.
(c) 2012 Mathew Frauenstein
When it all hit the fan, I felt like I knew almost nothing.
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