Night Three

Tonight we actually got to do hands-on stuff! HOORAY! We had a different instructor for the night and she let us play with stethoscopes.

Granted, that was after an hour and a half of crap I didn't care about but will be cramming for later... but still. I was more excited about actually doing stuff. I am already tired of lectures lol. But they promise by the end it will be hands on>lecture instead of lecture>hands on. Hope so. Soon.

Anyhoo.

We learned stuff like the "epiglottis" - which is the muscle that stops things you eat/drink from getting into your larnyx...which was funny since I immediately choked on my drink and we all got to laugh about "How's your epiglottis working?" which immediately came from the girl who sits to my left. So we all giggled at my expense. Thanks, Sonic.

We also learned about how if you break the C1 or C2 vertebra, you're effed. And dead. Below that, you're paralyzed. We ALSO discussed how most people who hang themselves who it wrong and break the wrong vertebra so they usually end up paralyzed. Then later she mentioned how people who cut side to side on their wrists are looking for attention, and those who cut up and down truly want to kill themselves. Then I began to wonder if she was trying to give us all advice on how to best kill ourselves, seeing as that seemed to be the theme for the night.

Then after all that we worked on pulse-taking (You have a pulse in your throat, on your arm a few inches down from your armpit, your wrist, inside your groin area, just above your ankle, and on top of your foot, by the way) and respiration-counting. That was a blasty-blast. I discovered I have a pretty solid 88bpm pulse but my respirations changed by like...ten in a minute. Geesh.

Then we got to play with them thar promised stethoscopes. She sent two smokers out to... smoke... and we all played about and waited for them. When they returned we listened to their lungs and the lungs of a non-smoker and holy crap is there a difference. The lungs on a smoker CRACKLE! Yes. Crackle. Like "Hi there, you're killing yourself." The non-smoker has smooth, even breaths all healthy-like. I was disturbed. When asked if this made them want to quit smoking both of the smokers went "...uh...no?" I'd sure be freaked out about the difference in MY lung sounds versus a normal person but I guess I'm not an idiot...

And then she let us go. 9pm. We are getting so spoiled. We're supposed to be there to 10pm.

I did, however, managed to shut-the-hell-up most of the night which I was excited by. I asked a few, pertinent, questions without chatting the whole time. Score.

So there we go.

Also, for your ease...Cast of Characters
-The woman on my left who's also a nursing major will be Nurse
-The woman to my right who's all healthy and crap will be Busy
-The teenager who's just about to go into her senior year of high school will be Kiddo
-The attractive guy to her left will be Cutie
-The firefighter to his left will be Crispy
-The girl with a nasty look on her face ALL the time shall be Meanie
-The boy with about fourteen facial piercings will be Holes

So there we go. Nurse, Busy, Kiddo, Cutie, Crispy, Meanie, and Holes.

Flaavaaa flaaaaav...

(please tell me you got that. please?)