Footloose and Fancy Free

Yesterday we had First Aid and CPR training for work. I'll get a nice little certification card with my name on it. Then if someone gets hurt around me I can yell, "I'm trained in First Aid! You call 911, you bring me the First Aid kit and AED, you prop his legs up 12 inches with that box." Oh, how I've always desired this power!!! :-D I think I followed the course pretty well too, expect when we got to the CPR training my stupid dummy's chest refused to go up when I blew into the mouth. Ugh. I have the lung power of a lifetime smoker. Maybe the victim should give me CPR first.