There is a lot of red tape involved when someone wants to run a class at the school, mainly health and safety stuff so we can't be held liable for any accidents. One of the rules is that whoever is running a class must be first aid trained.
I am not first aid trained. It is something I have considered doing, but I am a complete wuss when it comes to other people's blood. I've cleaned up allsorts in my time, but blood is something I just can't do.
A dance class was running in the main hall. I was working at my desk, when a man hobbled towards me. He had a cut that ran all the way up his leg.
Man: I fell and cut my leg. You need to stitch me up.
Me: *struggling not to faint* You need to get whoever is running the class to do that.
Man: But she is busy teaching. You can do it.
Me: Sorry, but I am not trained for that.
Man: Oh I don't care! How hard can it be! Come on! Just sort me out! I'm bleeding here!
He attempted to lift his leg up onto the desk. I actually feel the colour draining from my own face.
Me: No, just...just keep the blood away. It's not healthy. You need to go back and get one of the instructors to sort you out. They are first aid trained and have kits.
Man: Huh! You don't need to act so offended by a bit of blood! I don't have anything you know!
Me: OK, but you need to go back and get that bandaged up.
Man: *walking away* Ridiculous...can't believe he's not trained...mutter mutter....
Yeah pal, because you really want someone who isn't trained or qualified looking after you when you're injured! Plus, it wasn't that bad a cut. It certainly didn't need stitches!
I am not first aid trained. It is something I have considered doing, but I am a complete wuss when it comes to other people's blood. I've cleaned up allsorts in my time, but blood is something I just can't do.
A dance class was running in the main hall. I was working at my desk, when a man hobbled towards me. He had a cut that ran all the way up his leg.
Man: I fell and cut my leg. You need to stitch me up.
Me: *struggling not to faint* You need to get whoever is running the class to do that.
Man: But she is busy teaching. You can do it.
Me: Sorry, but I am not trained for that.
Man: Oh I don't care! How hard can it be! Come on! Just sort me out! I'm bleeding here!
He attempted to lift his leg up onto the desk. I actually feel the colour draining from my own face.
Me: No, just...just keep the blood away. It's not healthy. You need to go back and get one of the instructors to sort you out. They are first aid trained and have kits.
Man: Huh! You don't need to act so offended by a bit of blood! I don't have anything you know!
Me: OK, but you need to go back and get that bandaged up.
Man: *walking away* Ridiculous...can't believe he's not trained...mutter mutter....
Yeah pal, because you really want someone who isn't trained or qualified looking after you when you're injured! Plus, it wasn't that bad a cut. It certainly didn't need stitches!
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