Making out with mannequins

I had to attend a first aid course today. Walked into the city to catch the bus 10 minutes north of the city. The three of us - Jason, Young and I were meant to catch the bus together, but somebody walks really slowly and missed the bus.

Little did we know that a 3m tall sign that point to St John's Ambulance is actually wrong and directed us instead to someone's backyard and train tracks. We spot a market, and after asking a few locals, we deduced that we had to walk 1km in the direction that we had come from. Thirty five minutes later, we bump into Jason (who had missed the second bus because he was sitting in Subway, so he caught a taxi instead). After 40 minutes, we finally located the CORRECT [identical] 3m sign and shuffled into the room as the instructor was pumping away at a Little Anne - 30 compressions, 2 breaths.

12:15 pm meant lunch time, so we trekked [in the rain] to KFC. Nothing like a shower in 15 degree whether to wake you up in the morning.

The afternoon session involved learning how to transform bandages, cloth, whatever you could find into slings, padding, and immobilisers. We were told how to treat various bee and wasp stings, snake, spider, octopus, pufferfish, stonefish, jellyfish, stingray, and ant bites, most of which can essentially be divided up into give warm fluids, apply ice-pack, or wash with vinegar.

<-- Picture of my friend all bandaged up.

We met two of Jason's friends that live on campus with him, and the three of us went went shopping at Coles, which ended in the boys stalking me down the aisle because I like to take my time grocery shopping.