Chief Logan District Boy Scout First Aid Meet

     Yesterday Kid and Young'un had the opportunity to participate with Boy Scout Troop 14 from Chillicothe in the annual First Aid Meet that was held over at OU-C (that's Ohio University - Chillicothe).  Kid as an administrator of  first aid with other boys from his Troop, and Young'un as the victim.  Poor Young'un.  All I asked was that they didn't kill him in the scenarios because I look forward to the hair raising experience of teaching him how to drive, like I'm doing with Eldest at the moment.  I was very proud of all the boys that participated.  They did a great job working together, which is uber important when you're in what can be a stressful think quick situation.  
     The Patrol Leaders started out reading the rules to their teams.  Young'un was relieved to hear there would be no actual mouth-to-mouth, and if CPR or anything of that nature was needed, the boys were to verbally state that they were doing it.  Then the teams were ready to show their stuff.  I have to say, the four first aid scenarios that Bill DeVelin, Troop 14's Scoutmaster, came up with were fantastic.  They gave the boys a good variety of situations to work together on.  I also think I've found a kindred spirit when it comes to making stuff up, too, as he found a bit of humor to throw in a couple of times.  Of course, if those particular events were real, I surely wouldn't have laughed, but in the controlled situation I just couldn't help myself.

     Let's see, there was situation #2 where Timmy Tenderfoot gave the rundown to his patrol about a boy that needed help (very serious situation), and after giving them the details he remembers to tell them, "I think he's a pleptic."  That one little sentence had me giggling.  I could just see it in my mind...in fact, I could see a student I had years back that would have said that, which didn't help matters.  Don't worry, I got myself under control.

     The big problem came with the last scenario.  The Scouts had just finished a very serious scenario where they had to demonstrate different first aid situations they might come up on.  Everything from bee stings to something in an eye, and burns to swallowing poison.  That was tough.  Thank goodness I live with Boy Scouts.  Now, on to that last scenario....  Picture this, you're winter camping (yeeeeeah, not going to happen)...your Scoutmaster isn't feeling well, so he turns in for the night.  Later, after everyone else is sleeping, they are woken up by shrieks.  The Scoutmaster has turned into a zombie and has decided Timmy Tenderfoot really does have a tender (i.e. delicious) foot.  The Scouts are able to scare their Scoutmaster away and into the woods, at which time they can begin administering first aid to Timmy....  The best part of this was watching the Scouts faces as the story was read by their Patrol Leaders.  Their eyes were big as saucers and their mouths were open.  I, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh.  I'd be getting a lot of mileage throughout the rest of the day with Young'un having been gnawed on by a zombie.

     In the end, actually from beginning to end, it was a great event.  The Scouts did a fantastic job and were able to demonstrate so much of their first aid knowledge.  Congratulations to everyone in the district that participated, but in particular Troop 14's Husky Patrol, who held top honors in the event!

    So, there you have it folks.  I suppose technically Young'un didn't die, but I'm waiting for him to turn zombie.  When we went to eat lunch afterwards he said it was his last meal of real food, and told me not to let him go to sleep on the way home or he might turn into a zombie.  I questioned him this morning, but so far everything is normal...or as normal as it gets around here.  

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