|Today, I went back to my military unit for my two week stint of reservist service.|
However, with my bad back, I am in no physical shape for my role in my military vocation as a Combat Medic. So I went to see the Medical Officer to see what they would do with me. He advised me to go do the refresher training at the Medical Training Institute for today and tomorrow, and return to the unit as a Service Medic, which means I'll be helping out the guys at the Medical Centre doing normal nursing duties.
So off I went for the refresher training. I walked into the class which was doing the refresher for CPR. As I have a bad back, I just did the theory part of it. Heck, CPR was ground into until it is almost automatic to me already. And mostly, I think I'm the only one in the whole class who had to use it in real life when in 1997, someone collapsed where I worked. So I went through the thing in the morning.
In the afternoon, we had training for infusion of patients. This meant sticking a needle and catheter into the vein of another person. And then being the "casualty" and getting our vein used as "target practice".
Being the military, we used the bigass 16G things, the thickest needle in use by the medical profession today. They look like these.
The trick is to use the thing to penetrate a vein, and then slide the whole plastic tube into the vein after detaching it from the needle. To a normal person, it hurts like blazes but I think most of us medics have learnt to deal with the pain enough by now to block it out. There was still a lot of blood around after the whole practice was done as we are a little rusty.
After that, a little bit more theory stuff and we were dismissed.
Tomorrow, we will be refreshed on how to save a casualty on the battlefield. Sounds scary but it's really nor. We're just being updated and refreshed on how to treat battlefield wounds like gunshot wounds, sharpnel damage, fractures and stuff like that and how to immobilise the casualty.
Wednesday, I'll be going back to my unit to do nursing stuff and paperwork for a couple of weeks...
With a whacking huge purple hole in my arm
Oh well.. I think after this time, they'll call me back for reservist service only two times more.
I tell my friends "Hey! I've bled for my country!"