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| I've seen variations of this sign a lot lately and someone must be mass producing them because the phrase "individual towel" is common. They go through the trouble of being so precise with the instructions, but I am pretty sure they mean to say "disposable" towel. At least I hope so--one paper towel never seems sufficient to me. |
Monday, September 27, 2010
Only one Towel?
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Lesson of the Week--Knowing my Limits
I do plan on getting back to blogging about my San Francisco vacation. I have more memories and pictures to share about that amazing trip. But it's been a whirlwind since I got back and so I thought it a good idea to write about a lesson I learned this week — basically that sometimes, something's got to give.
There are two things I have learned from SCUBA diving and my first aid training (also related to diving) that I try to carry into every day life:
Both lessons came into play this week.
I came back from vacation to a series of deadlines at the day job, numerous wedding ceremonies to write/update/officiate, a social media course to update and teach again and EMT-B training. Believe it or not, the EMT-B training was to my recreational activity. It's not that I wasn't going to take it seriously--I take it very seriously and I was thrilled for a chance to expand on the skills I have acquired as an Emergency First Responder and EFR Instructor.
But the EMT-B course was also to be something I would do with my husband. We tend to spend all summer running around in opposite directions--he to his SCUBA students and me to my ceremonies. It's good to have some scheduled time where we're both engaged in something that gives us new things to talk about. EMT-B was going to be it for me. (For the Wookie, it's his first step to his goal of becoming a Hyperbaric EMT.)
I'll be the first to admit that I didn't know what the course would entail. I had the schedule. 2 nights a week from 6:45 to 10:00 PM. and some weekend days (either Saturday or Sunday) from 8:00 AM to 4:00 PM. Magically the weekend dates fit into my schedule, as did all but one class and I could make that up by attending a later section. Perfect.
What I didn't anticipate working into my schedule were these.
There are two things I have learned from SCUBA diving and my first aid training (also related to diving) that I try to carry into every day life:
- A diver can cancel on a dive for any reason and it's fine.
- The first rule of rescue is that the rescuer take care of herself.
Both lessons came into play this week.
I came back from vacation to a series of deadlines at the day job, numerous wedding ceremonies to write/update/officiate, a social media course to update and teach again and EMT-B training. Believe it or not, the EMT-B training was to my recreational activity. It's not that I wasn't going to take it seriously--I take it very seriously and I was thrilled for a chance to expand on the skills I have acquired as an Emergency First Responder and EFR Instructor.
But the EMT-B course was also to be something I would do with my husband. We tend to spend all summer running around in opposite directions--he to his SCUBA students and me to my ceremonies. It's good to have some scheduled time where we're both engaged in something that gives us new things to talk about. EMT-B was going to be it for me. (For the Wookie, it's his first step to his goal of becoming a Hyperbaric EMT.)
I'll be the first to admit that I didn't know what the course would entail. I had the schedule. 2 nights a week from 6:45 to 10:00 PM. and some weekend days (either Saturday or Sunday) from 8:00 AM to 4:00 PM. Magically the weekend dates fit into my schedule, as did all but one class and I could make that up by attending a later section. Perfect.
What I didn't anticipate working into my schedule were these.
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