So, I finished my two-day St. John Ambulance training. It was a fairly grueling two days. Two eighteen-hour days spent mostly on your knees.
Performing CPR, you perverts.
I ended up being all by my lonesome, (discounting the fifteen other people in the class) as Nic showed up two hours late, and they wouldn’t let her in for the rest of it. I am so glad I didn’t take her up on her offer to give me a ride in. Knowing how she is, I told her that Husband would be dropping me off before work. I was proved correct, (not that it was much of a stretch). Then Nic, (being the wonderful, bossy person that she is) suggested that I skip out on the rest of the classes and take them with her two months from now.
First of all, I was there on time. I had already been there several hours and wasn’t about quit now.
Second, the next available time isn’t until September. I think she’s pissed at me. I called her last night, and haven’t heard anything back.
I find it so amusing. Nic and Leef are SO MUCH ALIKE. They both are strong, independent, bossy women, who expect everyone to drop everything and run when they come a-calling. How odd that neither of them can stand each other?
Sigh. Is it normal to have two best friends that hate each other? I might even find it amusing if it didn’t interfere with fun-making.
Anyhow, about my CPR training. I can now save you if: you are choking, have stopped breathing, your heart has stopped, you are bleeding, you are impaled with a foreign object, if you’ve broken arm/collar/leg bones, and a bunch of other likely scenarios. Everyone can now rest easy.
Angela is on patrol.