As a foster parent, I’m required to refresh my first aid training every two years. In the last two years, Brady’s mobility has changed greatly, and he now is exempt from the course. Which makes sense. But mine isn’t allowed to lapse at ALL. No flex. So today was that day. I was both really wishing I didn’t have to go while simultaneously being happy for the break away from home.
I liked this location better than the one we went to last time. It was a nicer building with newer equipment, and a really clear instructor. She seemed a bit abrasive at first but she warmed up and let down after a while. She was able to keep things really professional but less stiff. It was a good balance. I was also seated in a group of women who all clicked pretty well. There were only twelve of us in the class. It was nice and relaxed.
It was a good refresher. I forgot how much of these things are common sense. Also, I forgot how many of these things I have used or experienced in real life. Not CPR, specifically, but others. It was good to go back and get my memories sharpened.
I did rip up some blood vessels doing CPR, though 🤣 And that stupid dummy didn’t even start breathing!
All in all, we went through ALL the things, and I passed the test with a solid A.
I’m officially allowed to say the words “I’m a first aider!” 🤣
Seriously, though, a big of a strange way to spend a Sunday, but I’m not mad at it 💜
Same time, 2028 ✌️