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Is There a Medic in the House?

So, you might remember that on Tuesdays, after I leave work, I drive directly to Rooster’s school so I can help out at band practice.

I get there as quickly as I can…usually by 3:10…and the kids are usually already lined up, waiting for some AuburnChick love.

During the last two weeks, I have performed the following triage duties:

  • Sprayed Benedryl on several sets of legs to help with the itching from various bug bites
  • Administered Pamprin, Advil, and Benedryl (caplet form)
  • Squeezed out dollops of lip balm onto several fingertips (not touching the container to the skin, of course)
  • Checked the foreheads of several kids and deemed said children fever-free
  • Listened to kids detail how they upchucked pop tarts and how they are having bowel issues
  • Devised impromptu ice packs for sore knees
  • Passed out napkins to children who had nosebleeds
  • Called moms and dads when children sounded croupy and/or thought they had strep (all the while putting parents on speaker phone so they could converse with their children…the result of my fear of catching the germs said children were complaining about)
  • Applied bandaids to blisters
  • Closely monitored a band member who “fell” out when she kept her knees locked too long and, thus, deprived her lower extremities of oxygen (this was a little scary)

I believe I have fulfilled all requirements for the official First Aid Certification.