#CPR Instructor

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I taught 18 people how to save a life. And made a spreadsheet worse than how I found it

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HLR instruktörens utmaningar och framgångar: Personliga erfarenheter

Välkommen till en värld av hjältar utan mantlar. Som en "HLR instruktör" står man inför många utmaningar, men också många framgångar. Att undervisa andra i hjärt-lungräddning (HLR) är inte bara ett yrke, det är ett kall. I detta inlägg delar jag med mig av mina personliga erfarenheter, både utmaningarna jag stött på och de framgångar som följt med att vara en HLR instruktör. Låt oss dyka in i denna hjärtevärmande resa.

Utmaningar som HLR Instruktör

1. Att bemästra konsten att undervisa

Som HLR instruktör är det första steget att bemästra konsten att undervisa. Att överföra kunskap på ett effektivt och engagerande sätt till människor från alla samhällsskikt är en stor utmaning. Det kräver inte bara djup förståelse för HLR-tekniker, utan också förmågan att anpassa undervisningsmetoderna efter varje individs behov och förståelse.

2. Att hålla sig uppdaterad

En annan utmaning är att konstant hålla sig uppdaterad med de senaste riktlinjerna och teknikerna inom HLR. Medicinska riktlinjer och bästa praxis utvecklas ständigt, vilket kräver att jag som instruktör är på tårna och kontinuerligt uppdaterar min kunskap och mina färdigheter. Detta kräver en betydande investering av tid och energi.

3. Hantera emotionella situationer

HLR-utbildning kan ofta väcka starka känslor, särskilt bland de som har upplevt en nära och kärs hjärtstopp. Som instruktör har jag stött på många emotionellt laddade situationer där jag behövt visa empati och förståelse samtidigt som jag bibehåller en professionell standard. Att balansera denna emotionella aspekt med att lära ut tekniska färdigheter är en av de största utmaningarna.

Framgångar som HLR Instruktör

1. Att se elever växa

En av de mest givande aspekterna av mitt arbete är att se eleverna växa och utveckla sina HLR-färdigheter. När en elev går från att vara osäker och tveksam till att bli självsäker och kompetent i HLR, känner jag en enorm tillfredsställelse. Att veta att varje person jag utbildar har potential att rädda liv är otroligt belönande.

2. Att bidra till samhället

Som HLR instruktör har jag också möjlighet att göra en positiv inverkan på samhället. Genom att öka antalet personer som kan utföra HLR, bidrar jag till en mer hälsomedveten och beredd befolkning. Det är en stolthet att veta att mitt arbete hjälper till att skapa en säkrare miljö för alla.

3. Personlig och professionell utveckling

Yrket har också erbjudit mig en betydande personlig och professionell utveckling. Varje utbildningssession är en möjlighet att förbättra mina pedagogiska färdigheter, öka mitt tålamod och förståelse, och utveckla min förmåga att hantera olika situationer. Denna ständiga utveckling är inte bara tillfredsställande, den har också förstärkt min karriär som HLR instruktör.

Slutsats

Att vara en HLR instruktör är en resa fylld med både utmaningar och framg ångar. Varje dag innebär nya möjligheter att lära ut, inspirera och göra en skillnad. Att möta de utmaningar som kommer med yrket – att ständigt uppdatera kunskap, hantera emotionella situationer och effektivt överföra kritiska färdigheter – kräver tålamod, dedikation och passion. Å andra sidan är framgångarna – att se elevers framsteg, bidra till samhället och uppleva personlig tillväxt – oerhört givande.

Varje person jag undervisar tar med sig kunskapen om att kunna rädda liv, vilket ger en känsla av kollektivt ansvar och samhörighet. Som HLR instruktör har jag haft privilegiet att vara en del av denna viktiga process. Det är inte bara en yrkesroll; det är en möjlighet att påverka människors liv på det mest fundamentala sättet.

Att arbeta som HLR instruktör är verkligen en unik och berikande erfarenhet. Det är en resa som kräver mycket, men ger ännu mer tillbaka. För alla som överväger detta kall, kan jag helhjärtat säga att det är en av de mest meningsfulla vägarna man kan välja. Att vara en del av en rörelse som arbetar för att göra världen till en säkrare plats är inte bara ett jobb – det är en livslång resa av lärande, delande och räddande av liv.För alla frågor, kontakta oss för att få bättre insikter.

[ssecond-hand-faith]

Doing great everyone, remember to stay on the beat!

[mrlesbian]

today my psychologist told me that my resilience is commendable and she is proud of me and i will be riding that high for many moons to come thank you very much

[rambling-robot]

Oh My God A Memory Was Unlocked And Fellas It’s Not A Good One

[aidenwaites]

Library training in comparison to every other customer service training I've ever had is so insane

[cowardstiel]

but don’t tell my fart, my achy breaky shart

[letsoulswander]

Honestly I've taken several first aid courses as well as uncertified first aid refreshers and no one EVER tells you to pack a wound. That's just... You're running a huge risk of infection and introducing foreign material to a place it shouldn't be. I resent being called an "idiot sandwich" by a haha funny big blog for saying this.

[tophatmouse]

I was today years old when i learned that in cpr training, they use the ah ah ah ah stayin alive stayin alive song.

[intraosseous]

boy nobody can kick a man down like bob parker 😭

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Att bli en HLR instruktör: En steg-för-steg guide

Välkommen till en spännande resa där du blir en livräddare! Att bli en "HLR instruktör" är inte bara en karriär - det är ett kall. HLR (Hjärt-lungräddning) är en kritisk färdighet som räddar liv varje dag. Genom att bli instruktör tar du ett steg mot att utbilda andra i denna livsviktiga kunskap. I denna guide går vi igenom varje steg som krävs för att bli en certifierad HLR instruktör. Låt oss börja!

Steg 1: Förstå HLR

Innan du börjar din resa till att bli en HLR instruktör, är det viktigt att först förstå vad HLR innebär. HLR är en nödprocedure som kombinerar bröstkompressioner och artificiell andning för att upprätthålla cirkulation och andning hos en person som har hjärtstopp. Som instruktör kommer din uppgift att vara att lära ut dessa tekniker på ett effektivt och pedagogiskt sätt.

Steg 2: Skaffa Grundläggande Certifiering

Ditt första steg mot att bli en HLR instruktör är att själv bli certifierad i HLR. Detta innebär att du måste genomgå en HLR-kurs som erbjuds av en erkänd organisation, såsom Röda Korset eller Hjärt-Lungfonden. Dessa kurser ger dig de grundläggande kunskaperna och färdigheterna i HLR. Det är viktigt att komma ihåg att denna certifiering måste förnyas regelbundet, vanligtvis vartannat år.

Steg 3: Få Erfarenhet

Efter att ha blivit certifierad, är nästa steg att få praktisk erfarenhet. Detta kan innebära att du frivilligt hjälper till i HLR-utbildningar eller att du praktiserar HLR-tekniker regelbundet. Erfarenhet är nyckelntill att bygga förtroende och färdighet i att undervisa andra. Att observera erfarna HLR instruktörer och få praktisk erfarenhet är ovärderligt för din utveckling.

Steg 4: Avancerad Utbildning

För att bli en HLR instruktör krävs mer än bara grundläggande HLR-certifiering. Du bör också överväga att ta avancerade kurser, som HLR för vårdpersonal eller pediatrisk HLR. Dessa kurser ger dig en djupare förståelse för olika scenarier och tekniker, vilket är avgörande för en kompetent instruktör. Dessa kurser ger också en bredare kunskapsbas som du kan dela med dina framtida elever.

Steg 5: Instruktörsutbildning

När du har den nödvändiga erfarenheten och utbildningen, är nästa steg att anmäla dig till en instruktörsutbildningskurs. Dessa kurser, ofta tillgängliga genom samma organisationer som erbjuder grundläggande HLR-kurser, är specifikt utformade för att utbilda framtida instruktörer. I denna kurs lär du dig pedagogiska metoder, kursplanering och hur man effektivt kommunicerar och engagerar dina elever.

Steg 6: Certifiering och Ackreditering

Efter att ha slutfört instruktörsutbildningen, kommer du att behöva genomgå en certifieringsprocess. Detta kan innebära en kombination av skriftliga prov och praktiska demonstrationer av dina HLR-kunskaper och din förmåga att undervisa. När du har godkänts, får du din officiella ackreditering som HLR instruktör. Denna ackreditering är bevis på din kompetens och kvalifikationer att undervisa HLR.

Steg 7: Starta Din Karriär

Med din nya certifiering i hand, är du nu redo att starta din karriär som HLR instruktör. Det finns flera vägar du kan utforska, från att arbeta med privata utbildningsföretag till att samarbeta med hälsovårdsorganisationer, skolor, och företag. Skapa din egen nisch genom att anpassa dina kurser för specifika målgrupper, såsom idrottsledare, föräldrar eller arbetsplatser. Marknadsför dina tjänster genom sociala medier, nätverkande och samarbeten med lokala organisationer.

Steg 8: Fortsätt Utvecklas

Som HLR instruktör är det viktigt att kontinuerligt hålla sig uppdaterad med de senaste riktlinjerna och forskningen inom HLR. Delta regelbundet i fortbildningar och nätverksträffar. Var öppen för att lära från andra instruktörer och dela med dig av dina egna erfarenheter. En del av att vara en framstående instruktör är att aldrig sluta lära och utvecklas.

Sammanfattning

Att bli en HLR instruktör är en resa som kräver engagemang, utbildning, och en passion för att lära ut livsräddande färdigheter. Genom att följa dessa steg kan du göra en verklig skillnad i människors liv och bidra till en säkrare värld. Lycka till på din resa! För alla frågor, kontakta oss för att få bättre insikter.

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I am a river / I am your river

written for ‘pool’ | wc: 442 | rated: m | cw: fake drowning (for training purposes) | @steddiemicrofic

It’s stupid. 

Steve’s been a lifeguard every summer since landing his teaching gig four years ago. He was co-captain of the swim team in high school, he’s spent more time in the water than he has on land since he was old enough to doggy-paddle, and he teaches basic CPR to the junior lifeguards. It makes no sense, then, that he’s wasting a valuable mid-summer Tuesday at the community pool for his biennial CPR certification class. At what point does experience trump arbitrary certification renewals? 

It’s stupid– until it’s not. 

Steve sees the fake-victim he’s supposed to pretend-rescue walking toward the pool and his own heart skips a few beats. Long, dark, curly hair sits in a messy bun on top of his head, tattoos litter his arms, chest, and torso visible with no shirt to cover them, and his swim trunks are just short enough to tease Steve with defined, hairy thighs. 

His immediate thought is a desperate need to bite them but he doesn’t have time to unpack that before the instructor starts barking instructions. 

“Rescuer, ready?”

“Ready.” Steve replies, trying to focus on the goal here. The goal being Rescue the fake drowning victim as much as Do not pop a boner mid-pool.

“Victim, ready?” 

“As ever.” Fake Victim’s voice is deeper than Steve expects and that does Steve zero favors in the way of his secondary goal.

“Go ahead and get ready to submerge, all the way to the bottom.”

“Alright,” the instructor turns to Steve. “Get him out onto the concrete and start CPR procedures. Thirty seconds. On my whistle.”

The whistle blows and Steve reacts immediately. It’s second nature, jumping into the pool and into action. He’s done this dozens of times between training and real emergencies, so swimming out to the center and pulling Fake Victim up onto his back at the surface takes no time at all. 

He must be an actor, or maybe a former theater kid, because he’s limp in Steve’s hands, complete dead weight. Steve would be concerned he’s actually nearly drowned if not for the one eye that cracks open and smirk that stretches across his face. 

“Hi handsome, come here often?” He teases with a wink before Steve reaches the edge and hauls him up onto the concrete, laying him on his back. 

Steve leans over and tries to focus, water falling from his hair in thick droplets as he gets in position for faux chest compressions and grins. “Oh, you know, just when I need to rescue pretty boys.”

Fake Victim’s eyebrows shoot up beneath his bangs as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’m Eddie.”

[yawneneteyam]

ALL THINGS CONNECTED | j. flatters chapter seven — give us some commentary

summary: growing up on the set of avatar: the way of water was a dream. your friends had become your family, all except for one. jamie was the one person you always found yourself drawn to, in ways more complex than the title of 'best friends' [1.6k].

pairing: fem!reader x jamie flatters

notes: based on jamie flatters documentary: all things connected. co-stars/friends to lovers. inspired by @cacapeepee. shorter but I wanted to get something out. mentions of blacking out underwater.

⌙ pairing: jamie flatters x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter six | chapter eight

2018.

148…149… 150… 151…

your eyes were closed, the numbers in your head going up and up every second you held your breath for longer. usually, you could feel your heartbeat in your chest, but today, you were so zoned in you didn’t take notice of it. 

you were all in the tank, seeing who could hold their breath for the longest. jack had already come up, around 43 seconds in. he was watching intently from his place, now, outside the tank. it had been four months since you and jamie last had a competition to see who could hold their breath for the longest. you didn’t even care for the competition anymore, the fact of proving to yourself you could do it, mattered even more than beating jamie. 

152… 153… 154… 155…

you could feel your heartrate beginning to quicken. you opened your eyes and tried your best to try and slow it. you looked at jamie, who was ahead of you, the vision of him blurred by the water- but you could make out his silhouette anywhere. 

156… 157... 158... 

you saw his figure jerk a little. you furrowed your eyebrows and tried to make out what he was doing, but it only made sense when you realised he was beginning to sink. 

he had passed out. 

your heart was racing now. you heard splashed from above and saw other figures coming to help, but you got to him first. you tried your best to pull jamie up to the surface, but his unconscious frame was heavy underwater. you silently thanked the free-dive instructor for helping you pull him up. 

time slowed as the rest of the diving team hauled jamie out of the tank. bailey and duane had broken the surface, noticing the commotion. bailey asked you what had happened, but you didn’t register what she was saying; too busy trying to catch your breath, and watch the instructor get jamie to consciousness. 

he didn’t wake up instantly, or maybe he did.. you couldn’t tell. you weren’t sure if you were waiting for five seconds or five minutes, but jamie eventually came to when they were starting to contemplate cpr. 

you pulled yourself up the ladder quickly, realising he was waking up, but you kept your distance, not wanting to be in the way. 

“is he okay?” jack asked from against the railing. no one answered him, too busy trying to make sure jamie was okay. 

it all went really quick after that, jamie was with the medical team for a while before he was sent back to his trailer to rest. you ended up in there only 10 minutes after they cleared him. he had fallen back to sleep on the couch, his head fallen back completely. 

you rushed over to make sure he hadn’t become unconscious again. you said his name a few times but shook him when he didn’t respond. 

jamie took a deep breath before opening his eyes and letting out a groan. “y/n?” he asked.

“im sorry i came in,” you said quickly, “i was worried.. e-everyone was worried. i said i’d come check on you”. a lie. 

“it’s okay,” he gave you what you would pass as a tired smile, “i’m glad you’re here”. you tried to ignore the butterflies that let themselves into your stomach, especially at such an inconvenient time, but you couldn’t help it. 

“i wanna hang, but i don’t know how much longer i should be awake for. they told me to sleep it off,” he chuckled. 

“you’re so stupid for not coming up,” you shook your head, ignoring him. “why wouldn’t you come up?”.

he sighed, “i thought i had it,” he shrugged. jamie cleared his throat before readjusting his position on the couch, making room for you next to him. “i wanted to do well,” he admitted shyly, almost embarrassed. 

you shook your head softly, looking at him. you took in his tired demeanour; you could imagine that he would be wrecked after everything that happened. you were keeping him from resting, you knew that, but you were selfish in the fact that you just wanted him with you, so you could keep an eye on him.

“come on,” you stood up, holding out your hand, “lets get you back to bed.. in a real bed” you chuckled. jamie laughed along with you, if you could call it laughing. he felt like a shell of a man after the last hour. embarrassed he passed out, tired from the rushing and intensity of the situation, but happy that you were here. 

since your kiss, jamie couldn’t stop thinking about you. he felt helpless in a way he hadn’t felt before in his nearly 18 years on this earth. all of his thoughts were consumed by you, the thought of your lips, your laugh, your hips. he couldn’t help himself. 

if anyone came to check on him, he would want it to be you. 

“i’m not that tired, y/n. i’m fine,” jamie tried his best to reassure you, but there was an unspoken truth that you were aware of. 

“there is no way that you’re ‘fine’ after that, jamie” you shook your head, “you don’t need to lie to me,” and he knew that. out of everyone on this set, jamie knew that you were the one he could unapologetically tell the truth to, every single time. 

“i just would rather stay up with you,” he chuckled, resting his head against his knuckles. you both sat in silence for a little while longer, before you stood up and held out your hand to him. 

jamie raised his eyebrows at you, a little suspicious. you moved your hand at him again, showing your growing impatience, he haphazardly grabbed your hand. you pulled him into the back of his trailer and sat down on his bed. jamie didn’t let go of your hand as he sat next to you; he was drinking in your touch for as long as he could. 

“why are you looking at me like that?” you chuckled, suddenly getting nervous under his gaze. he noticed your change in demeanour, this was the first time you had ever acted like this when he looked at you. even in the dim lights of his trailer, jamie could swear your face grew a faint blush.

“i’m not looking at you like anything,” he smirked, shrugging his shoulders. a blatent lie from him, and jamie knew it. he was looking at you like he always does, like you hung the moon and the stars. 

you shook your head, trying to ignore the butterflies that were making their presence known in your stomach. “you need to rest, flats” you said. 

he knew you were right, but he wanted this time with you more than he did sleep. “we have the entire weekend to rest,” he rebutted, “i can relax at the beach with you tomorrow.”

“you’re crazy,” you laughed.

“how so?” 

you didn’t respond, just shook your head at him. “you need to let go of my hand so you can get into bed,” you suddenly took note of his fingers that were still intertwined with yours. jamie pulled away rather quickly, afraid he was making you uncomfortable. 

“we can lay down,” he said, shuffling himself towards the top of the bed, “but i’m not sleeping yet,” 

“you say that, but i know you” you laughed, switching the tv on, “you’ll pass out, flats.”

and that he did. you and jamie watched around twenty minutes of some movie he claimed was a ‘cinematic masterpiece’ before he dozed off before the plot could even move along. “night flats,” you whispered, pulling the covers over his body fully. you knew the medical team would check on him during the night, so you thought it would be best to head back to your trailer. you managed to slip out of his trailer, after picking up for a little while and leaving jamie a note. 

you went and saw bailey for an hour before you went back to your trailer, falling asleep, ready for your first free weekend in a while.

jamie was up with the medical team at two, four hours after you left him. he was so tired when they came, he was eager to go back to sleep. but when he woke up properly the next morning, he was finally in the right mind to have a shower and get ready for the day. 

jamie knew filip and duane wanted to go to manhattan beach again, spend their day lounging away in the sunshine and the sea. he wondered if he could rope you into coming with them, but he remembered you mentioning seeing your parents this weekend. 

he was about to head out to see filip, when a note sitting on his kitchenette caught his eye. 

“next time you’re up for it we can actually finish a film together. see you in the morning, superstar”

he couldn’t help the involuntary smile that found its way to his lips, or the way that his cheeks suddenly felt hot. he really was wrapped around your little finger, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

with a shake of his head, jamie quickly made his way over to filip’s trailer. 

“bro, what’s the rush?” filip asked from his couch after jamie barrelled his way into the trailer.

“i think i’m in love with y/n..” he blurted out. 

he and filip sat there in silence for a while, jamie being completely checked out after the realisation of how intense his feelings were for his castmate. 

“well..” filip sighed, “congrats on being the last one to find out,” 

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

So apparently first-aid classes aren't mandatory in the rest of the country? I was talking about my sophmore year with a friend, where we handled triage and life support (sidenote, did anyone else get a complimentary thing of NARCAN upon completing their cpr courses or was it just my district?) and she seemed completely baffled by the idea that learning medical skills was mandatory, let alone at every level in school. Like I don't even think this is a "Gotham Is Dangerous" thing, it seems like such an obvious and useful class to have, but she kept saying that it was weird and that no one else she knew learned this.

Although that one demonstation where Scarecrow fear-gassed our instructor and taught us how to splint the guy's broken arm was strange, I'll give her that.

#OnlyInGotham

Gothamites looking at the rest of the non-FAST* trained country: You guys are weird.

*(First aid for severe trauma)

[wrenhavenriver]

arrived for my “in-person” CPR course and it’s just an empty room with the mannequins and a tripod to hook your phone up to so you can connect to a zoom call with the instructor 😑