Back we go again...

I've decided that as uni has given me an empty timetable until next Tuesday, it would be appropriate for me to return home and see the Elgin peeps again.
So this is what I've done.

I suppose returning on Tuesday night to see the Elgin RC gang made me yearn for home a little bit more so than usual; the thought of getting bloodied up for casualty scenarios and being briefed about this weekend's exciting duty line-up was just too much to ignore.

Actually, mentioning that, Tuesday night was immense fun. Once again the usual four troops were called up to be casualties, myself included (actually, we're just smart to realise that when Ronnie asks for volunteers, it usually means you get to dress up in bruises and moan a lot about imaginary hurty places).

My scenario was simple; I had come into the office, tripped on the metal lining of the door, and had fallen forwards, hitting my head off the frame of the next door in. So I had a rather large and impressive bruise down the side of my forehead, which looked pretty damn real and daunting.
Good stuff for scaring first aiders with.
And the beauty of Ronnie's casualty scenarios is that we can make them as difficult or as easy for the victims, er, I mean first aiders, as we like. But on that night, we were all feeling particularly evil.

Other injuries included one unconscious casualty with a thoracic spinal injury, a nasty-looking laceration across the inside of the elbow (I keep meaning to find out if that area actually has a fancy anatomical name) and a bitten tongue. Ok, so they don't seem impressive, but they were injuries to make people think. Not the average every-day scenario really.

Anyhoo, I ended up dead. Fun times.

Apparently, me saying I felt dizzy instantly meant I had to lie down with my legs elevated in the air, on someones shoulders. Ok, to be honest, this is the approach I would go for as well.
But when Ronnie came for a nosey and signalled the old "finger across neck in knife-swoop action", I knew he wanted me to die. Nothing personal, of course.
So I gradually fell unconscious. Here, I would have lowered the legs and pulled them into the recovery position as soon as possible (I also would have put ice on my head by now, but that's by the by). However, my legs went higher.
The blood rushed to my head, cut off some important life-supporting veiny bit, and I died.
Ronnie's explanation was far better.

Cu dos to the team for trying though - this is why we do scenarios, so we kill people now, rather than out on duty.
Not that we have killed anyone in reality, because really we are damned good at our jobs =)
I think it's fair to say that we all kill someone at least once in our scenarios, because you have to make mistakes in order to learn, and the particularly fatal mistakes are the ones you'll remember never to do again. So it's all good really.
This is not CYA techniques in practice here, ok? It's very true.

Anyway, at least I can say I've died once now, and have lived to tell the tale.