Rescue 911

It's funny how sometimes when you think you've lost a skill due to the passage of time, it comes rushing back to you at the moment you least expect. That happened to me last Saturday night. The location? Ruby Skye nightclub.

After an evening of some libations, I was walking out of the bathroom when a woman came rushing out of the bathroom asking for help because her friend had cut herself on some glass on the floor. I naturally assumed the friend was still in the women's bathroom and on a whim, I went in to the women's bathroom and started knocking on the stalls to find and to help this immobile women.... only to find out that she was already relocated on a chair outside the bathroom.

I quickly reoriented myself and found the woman, clutching her foot. She had a band-aid over the cut and became worried that it was something serious. I took charge and told the club manager to get some ice as I triaged the woman. While the cut didn't seem that serious, she was in obvious pain and I instinctively began applying the 15 on/off numbing method with the ice as we elevated her leg. Through a combination of a few people, we managed to calm the woman down and instructed her what to do afterwards in terms of cleaning and self-care.

After 10 minutes of this, I said that she could probably handle herself for the rest of the evening and excused myself. I paused for a second as I walked away, turned around, and returned to the woman to give my business card, telling her to contact me if she has any questions or concerns afterwards.

Yes, it was an evening of returning back to one's natural instincts and habits. How some things just seem to make sense after you have a few drinks.