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First Aid, Workshop 6, 6/27/06

Elliot is perched on her desk as the students file in.

"Hey. This is your next to last week. If you're enjoying it, I'll be around next term teaching a more advanced version of this stuff. If you aren't? At least now you know what to do if you ever come across a badger with a dislocated shoulder.

Today we're talking about burns. The severity of a burn depends upon its size, depth and location. Burns are most severe when located on the face, neck, hands, feet and genitals, when they are spread over large parts of the body or when they are combined with other injuries. Burns can lead to pain, infection and shock. They are most serious when the victims are very young or very old.

There are three types of burns, called "degrees." first degree burns are the least severe. They are characterized by redness or discoloration, mild swelling and pain. Overexposure to the sun is a common cause of first degree burns. Second degree burns are more serious. They are deeper than first degree burns, look red or mottled and have blisters. They may also involve loss of fluids through the damaged skin. Third degree burns are usually the most painful because nerve ending are usually intact, despite severe tissue damage. Third degree burns are the deepest. They may look white or charred, extend through all skin layers. With a third degree burns, there might be severe pain -- or no pain at all, if the nerve endings are destroyed.

With a first degree burn, you want to flush it with cool running water, apply moist dressings and bandage loosely. For second or third degree, apply dry dressings and bandage loosely. Do not use water as it may increase risk of shock. And with a second- or third-degree burn, the patient should get to the hospital as fast as you can manage.

There is also such a thing as a chemical burn, like from certain cleaning products. If that's what's going in, remove clothing on which chemicals have spilled and flush the affected area with copious amounts of water for 15 to 30 minutes.

Because it's summer, I'm sure a lot of you will be out at the beach, at least if it ever stops raining. And, blah blah blah, a tan can be pretty, but it's also very dangerous to go out without sun protection. sunburn is one thing. With typical sunburn, just take a cold shower, rub it down with aloe vera or something like that, and take a painkiller if you need it. Watch out for fever, chills or a rash -- those can indicate heat stroke or heat exhaustion. Rest and cold water are the best way to treat those.

So. As usual, there are some fake patients for you to practice on over there. Not too many badgers this time -- I think Danger Shop knew burns wouldn't show up as well on them. One warning, second and third-degree burns are pretty gross, so if you don't think you can handle it go and help somebody with sunburn instead.

Finally, I would like you to know how to carry an injured person by yourselves. Pair up and follow the instructions on this worksheet. Try not to pick someone way outside your weight class and throw out your backs.

[OOC: OCD's up. I'll be very slow to respond between 1:30 and about 10:30 p.m.]

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Peter laughed and swept Isabel a bow. "My lady, I'd be honoured."

Isabel laughed. "I'm going to try hard not to kill you. I'd feel guilty after such gallantry."

"I hope you'd feel guilty for killing me anyways, but your reasoning works as well," Peter replied, grinning.

"I would," Isabel promised. "So no killing, and we won't have to worry about it." She looked over the handout quickly then laid on the floor in the appropriate position. "I guess this is the point where I tell you to step on my toes."

Peter grinned. "And usually one hears ladies complaining about having their toes stepped on!" He reviewed the handout again, making a face. "I'm thinking this would be easier picking you up the regular way, but..." He put his feet over her toes carefully, keeping all his weight on his heels, and bent down to reach for her arms.

"If we ever dance together, trust me, I'll be very protective of my toes," Isabel laughed. "I think it might be easier, at least in the beginning, but this way is probably better if you have carry someone a distance. The weight's more evenly distributed. Not that I weigh much," she ~~lied~~ said primly as she reached up and took his hands.

"I don't step on toes when dancing," Peter replied, slightly cockily. He started to pull Isabel up, trying to twist as he did so. The 'X' part threw him for a bit before he realised her arms were supposed to be x-ing instead of his. Getting to the lifting part, he blushed dreadfully as he finally figured out how it was all supposed to work. "Umm," I think we have the right idea?" he asked as he paused just before actually lifting.

"Now I'm definitely going to have to dance with you at some point. Just to see if it's true," Isabel said letting Peter slowly pull her up. "I think so. I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to wind up hanging down your back. Which sounds incredibly dignified."

"Willow seems to have decided she wants a dance floor at Caritas," Peter replied with a smile. "Which, knowing Willow, will therefore happen fairly soon." He adjusted his stance and stood all the way up again. Which hopefully resulted in Isabel being carried properly. And further blushing on his part. "I don't think you weigh even to worry about even weight distribution. Plus then you wouldn't have to hang like a sack of potatoes."

"Knowing what I know about Willow, I'd have to agree," she said as she hung down Peter's back like a sack of potatoes. "A dance floor would be a good thing. We don't get to dance nearly enough around here." Isabel grinned, "You certainly know how to charm a girl."

Peter carefully bent down again, making sure Isabel had her balance before releasing her hands.

"I think it would be fun. Then if anything ever burns down, we can dance while - no, that's fiddling, nevermind." He grinned. "And thank you. I just speak the truth. Did you want to trying the lifting?" After his experience with Pippi, he fought to keep the doubtful look off his face.

Isabel stood up straight and smiled. "Well there will be music and possibly dancing at the Fourth of July party. I hope you'll be there, even if celebrating the Colonies telling the Mother Country to go to hell isn't something you'd normally celebrate."

She considered the offer. "I should. Just to be sure I know how. I don't have the superstrength, but in an emergency I bet adrenaline would help."

Peter grinned. "As long as I don't sing Yankee Doodle, I think I'll retain my British passport. It sounds like that would be lots of fun."

He lay back down on the floor and offered Isabel his hands. "I'm injured, please, do carry me to safety, oh ministering angel?" He said, laughing.

"Nope, no singing. Although it might play during the fireworks as part of the soundtrack," Isabel said. "It is going to be lots of fun. In addition to music, we're trying to organize a volleyball tournament, and we'll end the night with a bonfire and fireworks."

Snickering, Isabel stepped carefully onto Peter's feet and held out her hands. "I'll do my best. But I reserve the right to drop you and run like hell if a monster starts chasing me."

"That sounds brilliant." He grinned. "Literally with the fireworks. I hope the weather cooperates."

He took Isabel's hands. "I insist you drop me if a monster suddenly appears. Or a badger. Or if you just feel you'd like to. I know I'm a great lug."

"Dawn and I plan on making a sacrifice to the weather gods," Isabel said. "We need a piccolo player. You wouldn't happen to play would you?"

Isabel took his hands and then, in one not so smooth motion, pulled Peter up and on to her back. "Okay, I could probably do this a very short distance. But if I needed to haul you out of the mountains? We might have a problem."

"The piccolo? No, definitely not. Perhaps one of the zombies at Caritas might?"

"We'll have to avoid the mountains then. Or perhaps just make sure not to get hurt in them. I'm good with either one."

"You know? I'm going to have to ask about that. Thank you."

"Personally I'm leaning towards not getting hurt," Isabel said as she carefully set Peter down. "I like the mountains."

"You're most welcome," Peter replied with a grin. "But if that does work out, I'd probably not tell the picnic-goers that their nice weather was paid for by brains."

"I don't hate the mountains," Peter said, rather happy to get his feet back under him. Being carried by a girl was not on his top list of things to do that day. "As long as there aren't any giants or hill-beasts, that is."

"It's going to be such a good party I don't think anyone is going to care," Isabel smiled.

"Giants? Hill-beasts?"

"Evil creatures who took refuge in the mountains where I come from. Running into them usually ends up with injuries. More for them most of the time, but..." Peter shrugged.

"But..." Isabel replied, understanding exactly what he meant.

"It happens as in any battle," he said, soberly. "But it's better to hunt them down and take care of them then allow them to rampage through the country." He shrugged. "And I took this conversation on a turn for the sober. My apologies."

"It's okay," she assured him. "I need to learn things like this. Strategy, tatics, battle planning. It's not the usual high school curriculum."

"That's an interesting choice of phrase," Peter commented. "Why do you need to learn?"

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