Story time:
I was babysitting some kids today. Lunch time. Kid X starts crying. I come up to him and say "what's wrong buddy?" X grabs his throat with both hands - the universal sign of choking (I doubt he knows this, so it's kinda interesting that that was his natural response).
"Oh shit" I think. Panicking, to the other adults I say "I think he's fucking choking." "Do I start the Heimlich?" I think. (I'm certified CPR/first aid). I don't. I look desperately at the others. Other than help X to his feet, I do nothing. I froze.
Luckily, the food was able to pass down his esophagus when he stood up. He was fine, just a little shaken up.
I froze, and I feel pathetic. Useless. A shame to the name Aragorn. In general, I'm terrible under pressure. Never faced a situation like this, though.
What do?
Story time:
I was babysitting some kids today. Lunch time. Kid X starts crying. I come up to him and say "what's wrong buddy?" X grabs his throat with both hands - the universal sign of choking (I doubt he knows this, so it's kinda interesting that that was his natural response).
"Oh shit" I think. Panicking, to the other adults I say "I think he's fucking choking." "Do I start the Heimlich?" I think. (I'm certified CPR/first aid). I don't. I look desperately at the others. Other than help X to his feet, I do nothing. I froze.
Luckily, the food was able to pass down his esophagus when he stood up. He was fine, just a little shaken up.
I froze, and I feel pathetic. Useless. A shame to the name Aragorn. In general, I'm terrible under pressure. Never faced a situation like this, though.
What do?
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