5/31/2011

90 Days to the Expo

So I finally decided that the money I will be spending on the EMS Expo including food, travel, lodging and classes is more than well worth it. So a few days ago I finally purchased the 3 day pass, the plane tickets and the hotel room I would need to accomplish this wonderful adventure.

I have also determined I have 400 dollars for souvenirs, food, and anything else that comes up while I am in Las Vegas.

So now I have to make a packing list for what to bring with me. Figure out what I need to see while i am there, what classes to go to. I need to find out what amazing people are going to be there that I need to fawn over.

So now I have 3 months to get my butt in gear. I am super excited for my first EMS conference ever.

P.S. What does one wear? Bring? Do while not in the conferences?

Until next time me safe.

5/29/2011

The Awkward Post

So This is not EMS related but this is me related. I finally figured out how to explain to people the lasting effects of rape.

Why Rape is like Electrocution:
So let us say for example you have never plugged anything into an outlet before. (Maybe you were never allowed to have electricity in your house or something) I don’t know just play along with me for a minute.

Now let us say that you go to plug something in and you get electrocuted doing it. You have the shock (no pun intended) of what just happened, you have the physical injury of the electricity running through you, and you have the mental association of the only time you have ever plugged anything in you got shocked.

Now you will get over the initial shock pretty quick you will move away from the outlet, drop the cord, maybe cry, tell someone what happened and maybe seek medical attention. People ask you what you were doing. Why you were plugging it in to start with, why you were plugging it in there, why you think it happened, have you ever plugged anything in before, where and what have you all plugged in ect.

Then while you are still in pain, still in shock, they will begin poking at your wounds. Cleaning them, telling you how to take care of them. You will not remember much of what they tell you.

After that is over you go home. You find it hard to sleep because of the pain the first few nights but slowly it gets better and better. Eventually the injuries heal. You maybe left with a few scars but mostly you forget about it most of the time. That is until you see the offending outlet or appliance that injured you. Just seeing them makes your heart rate increase, your palms get sweaty and makes you nervous. But slowly the nervousness lessens.

Your friends begin talking about how they plug things into an outlet all the time and how they enjoy having electricity in their lives. They ask you why you do not like electricity, they buy you appliances that need to be plugged in trying to convince you to try again. They show you the proper way to plug things in and they have conversations about safety when using electricity. But still every time they talk about it your palms sweat, your hands shake and you feel sick.

One day you decide there is no way you can continue your life the way you want to without using electricity. So you find an appliance that will be work it and you get a surge protector and you finally plug something in again. It may take you a very long time to plug it in or you may do it quickly just to get it over with.

Over the years you get more and more comfortable with electricity and most of the time when you use it you never think about the first time you ever used it. However some days you will feel a twinge where you got burned, smell a smell that reminds you of that day, pause an extra second before plugging something in.

It is something that never totally goes away. It just becomes part of your past, something that occasionally flitters through your mind when you are doing other things. The pain lessens, the scars heal, the memory becomes less clear, your palms stop sweating, and your heart rate barely increases.

This is the best way I know to describe to something so intimate and personal.