I'm certifiable

This Saturday I took the 9 hour long class to be officially certified by the Red Cross in CPR and first aid. Now my high school dance classes can count as a p.e. credit for the kids. The class hasn't changed, but if they pass out now I can revive them and if they get an open stomach wound that causes the intestines to protrude I know not to try to shove them back in but to cover them with damp cloth until paramedics arrive, so now we can count as a p.e. class. It was kind of fun, and I am glad to have the basics again.

I almost needed the first aid skills the other day, I got a baked good wound. No not a wound from trying to bake, a wound inflicted BY the baked good!

I was cleaning up the kitchen. Kristen had made brownies a little while ago; we didn't eat all of them, and it was time to get rid of the last couple. I unwrapped the pan and just pried the last brownie out of the corner, it was still soft and pliable in the middle. But the edges had dried out, as I pried it out it flipped up and out at the last minute and hit my knuckle. I started to chuckle because it kind of stung, I had never been hurt quite so directly by a dessert before. I kept cleaning and then noticed the knuckle was actually bleeding, so I rinsed it off figuring it would be shallow enough that it would stop pretty quick. I had to rinse it off again. The second time I didn't dry it off and the knuckle was still a little wet, so as it bled more the blood mixed with the water and it looked like I had been in a fist fight more than threw away an un-wanted sweet. I actually had to get a band-aid. Yep, band-aid by confection. Crazy