I can save lives
Creepy little guy isn’t he? The doll, not me.
As our date into parenthood gets closer Lushie decided that we should take infant/adult CPR classes because, lets face it, kids eat anything they can’t gnaw off.
I went in not knowing what to expect. The last time I took a CPR course was in 1993 when Mr. O had us in the wrestling room of my high school making out with the Annie doll. Back then it was something like 2 breaths to 4 compressions. Now it’s 5 sets of 2 breaths to 30compressions in sets under 22 seconds. Unless you’re fit this can be a long long LONG time.
These dolls were out of a bad horror film. I was waiting for Toby’s (that’s what I named mine) head to spin around and spew venom on me. 2 hours later Toby didn’t spew and Lushie treated me to Panera in Oakland. Still don’t get the obsession people have to that place. Oh well, at least I can save someone if they choke on a piece of bread.
