After I read Lyssie's post today about her obsession with a book that shows burns and lacerations, we spoke briefly about having pencils lodged in cheeks and pitchforks in feet. I told her to take a Wilderness First Responder course because you get to pretend (with real looking blood and burns and stuff) that you are injured. And then you get to bandage them and whatnot.
I also love this stuff. Although I don't want people to get injured-- especially on my courses-- I love the pictures and practice.
As we were talking, I told her about a conversation I overheard in the library last month.
Players: man in mid forties and woman in early twenties... study partners? both taking classes at UNCA
Man (in low baritone): It just burns, you know? It burns like when you get stabbed with a knife, you know?
Woman (wearing gingham or something): No, I don't know about that.
Man: Well, it burns.
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She's obviously young. You really haven't lived until you've gotten stabbed.
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