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cimoreneI don't drink coffee, but I still broke the carafe from the coffeemaker at work yesterday because I bumped it off the counter with my elbow, and I reached for the broken one out of the trash to examine it side by side with the new one this afternoon and cut my knuckle on the glass.
It was ten minutes to closing when I noticed my knuckle bleeding freely but painlessly and getting on the other fingers of my right hand. And there I was, right in the middle of the Red Cross office, and realized I didn't know where a first aid kit was! (I've been working here over a month, which is surely the longest I've ever gone uninjured at a place of work! However, I guess office work is a lot safer than kitchens and daycares and opening corrugated cardboard boxes and caring for plants.)
I looked around. I checked the bathroom shelves, the desk drawers, the kitchen and even the office shelves. We have a whole room called the "First Aid Room" that's packed full of materials for first aid and CPR courses, first aid stations, and the volunteer search and rescue brigade. I went in there and looked around in dismay, but there weren't any immediately obvious ordinary first aid kits. There are big double-fanny pack kits - stuffed to the gills - but the one I gingerly peeked in was also full of cloth bandages and power bars and single-use disinfectant wipes. My hand was bleeding enthusiastically and starting to drip and I still had to finish making an online order before I went home, so I locked up the first aid room and Scotch taped a piece of paper towel around my knuckle.
We've got to have a first aid kit, right? It's probably somewhere obvious and I've forgotten it and it's become invisible to my brain because I look at it all the time, or something.
It was ten minutes to closing when I noticed my knuckle bleeding freely but painlessly and getting on the other fingers of my right hand. And there I was, right in the middle of the Red Cross office, and realized I didn't know where a first aid kit was! (I've been working here over a month, which is surely the longest I've ever gone uninjured at a place of work! However, I guess office work is a lot safer than kitchens and daycares and opening corrugated cardboard boxes and caring for plants.)
I looked around. I checked the bathroom shelves, the desk drawers, the kitchen and even the office shelves. We have a whole room called the "First Aid Room" that's packed full of materials for first aid and CPR courses, first aid stations, and the volunteer search and rescue brigade. I went in there and looked around in dismay, but there weren't any immediately obvious ordinary first aid kits. There are big double-fanny pack kits - stuffed to the gills - but the one I gingerly peeked in was also full of cloth bandages and power bars and single-use disinfectant wipes. My hand was bleeding enthusiastically and starting to drip and I still had to finish making an online order before I went home, so I locked up the first aid room and Scotch taped a piece of paper towel around my knuckle.
We've got to have a first aid kit, right? It's probably somewhere obvious and I've forgotten it and it's become invisible to my brain because I look at it all the time, or something.
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Date: 12 Oct 2022 05:12 pm (UTC)Unfortunately I forgot to ask where the first aid kit was today...
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