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"Ma'am, can you hear me?"

I spent today lying prone on the floor being groped by undergrads.

Let me explain.

Friendster Guy teaches an outdoor emergency class and he needed someone to be a victim for them to assess for injuries during their final exam. I pretended I had a ski accident, complete with helmet. I even had make-up on my face that looked like I had a head wound; fake blood, bruising. I spent about 4-5 hours prostrate on the floor pretending to be unconscious while 18 year olds came over and said, "Ma'am, can you hear me? Are you ok?" Then they'd fake call in to base and say they had a woman down and needed more assistance. It took every ounce of my being not to hug the ones who described me as a "college age female" One even said eighteen. (I told him he was my favorite after he was done.) All in all I had about 15 unsatisfactory massages while they "palpated" me for broken bones and wounds. I had fingers in my mouth checking for my airway or alternatively being stuck into the joint in my jaw if they didn't want to pull on my teeth. I also have a bruise on my sternum where they rubbed to see if I was responsive to pain. Some of my groans were not pretend.

And yet I had a really good time. I got to see what Friendster Guy does at one of his jobs. Plus, now I'm an expert at assessing an emergency situation - at least if the person is unconscious with a head wound.

Comments

DecemberFlower said…
Those kinds of things are always interesting. I've been in both situations, the trainee and the victim in makeup. I recently came across the pictures and papers I had left over from being a corpse at a mock aircraft disasater at LaGuardia Airport on September 8, 2001. I also still have the t-shirt from that, although I'd never wear it in public. Attracts too many dirty looks.
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