cpr certified

Today we had CPR training as part of orientation. Many people complained because they are already certified, but I haven’t learned anything about CPR since a babysitting class at eleven, and my only memory from that class is being petrified of babies dying from SIDS. I think the first few times I babysat after that class, I just watched the babies sleep the whole time, afraid they would randomly die at any moment. Anyway, I am now CPR certified, but I definitely would not be able to just save a random person dying on the street. First of all, I would have to carry my CPR mask around with me all the time… I guess we got the “professional” version of training, which assumes I will only encounter unconscious people in hospitals. Considering I will spend a large portion of the rest of my life in a hospital, I guess this is a fair assumption. My favorite fact I learned today is that compressions should be performed at the pace of the songs “Staying Alive” or “Another One Bites the Dust”, or 100 bpm. I personally prefer “Another One Bites the Dust” because that’s definitely what would happen to the poor unconscious person whom I encounter on the street at this point in my career.