Postgraduate Diary: First Aid

When I was an undergraduate, a poster for one of the union's late night events said: "Don't let your degree get in the way of your education!" Whilst I'm not entirely convinced that dancing in a sweaty club drinking warm, still Fosters is entirely "educational," I do agree with the sentiment. So it was refreshing to have spent today doing something vitally educational, yet with little in relation to PhDs, as I attended a first aid workshop. Yes, it involved getting down with some dolls and manoeuvring people into odd positions (perhaps not so different to the union event, then). But by the end of it, I felt quietly confident that I had actually learnt something tremendously important. Although much first aid is common sense (raising injured limbs and watering burns, just like your mother always taught you), it's nice to be reassured, and to know that it is in my power now to save a life through CPR, rather than standing passively on the sidelines.

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