Sitting in training, we melted into our seats. Our sandbag eyes and sandpaper tongues suffered from the deluge of shots consumed the night before. Dazed and drowsy, I doubted that any of us retained much from the course.
The instructor sounded muffled and slow to me like the adult characters from Peanuts cartoons, “When you’re treating a head injury, trauma to the scalp or skull, it’s crucial to…” …show more content…
Why did we stay up all night playing circle of death? I’m never hosting new staff initiation parties the night before an early training ever again!” My head pounded to the rhythm of his voice and I barely resisted the burning urge to close my eyes.
“Learning to identify a severe head injury and give basic first aid can save a life. For severe head injuries…” His monotone mumbling murmured on for an eternity. …show more content…
Every April, we hosted a convention event for our LARP. Players would come pay to attend the weekend event and would dress and act as their characters in our fantasy world. We would simulate combat with homemade, low impact weapons made from PVC pipe, closed cell foam and duct