Safe-Saving
I was reading my health book for class yesterday, and apparently, there is such a thing as “Safe-Saving”. Now, it’s not actually called this, I made the name up for my own amusement. But it toally represents it. There’s always adults telling kids to have safe-sex, use condoms, contraceptives, anything to keep STDs and HIV from getting spread. If you must, wrap your junk in serane wrap.
But, safe-saving has the same theory. In my health book, it said that if you witness an accident, you are required, whether you have the license or not, to perform CPR or any type of help of any kind, but if you do so, do it safely. If they are bleeding, or throw up, or have a gag reflex and spit comes out, it may get in your mouth. So, wear a mask like the surgeons wear, and wear surgical gloves.
Because people just HAPPEN to carry these things around right? They just sit in the back of your car. Ya know, along with your pig guts, bolt action rifle, and cardboard cutout of Lindsay Lohan in her stripped outfit from “I know who killed me.”
I think the idea is good, don’t get me wrong, being safe in both instances is wonderful, but you need to be safe for EVERYTHING now! For god sakes, I had to put on a biohazard suit just to slice a freaking carrot yesterday! I just think sometimes we go too far. What if the person doesn’t HAVE a mask or gloves, what THEN? Do they just let the guy lay there bleeding, be like, “Bob, I know you’re in blinding mortal pain, but seriously dude, I didn’t bring my safe-saving sh*t to work today, sorry man. Hey, I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go get something to drink, you want anything?”
I just think it’s stupid sometimes. People need to take a little risk sometimes. Then again, there’s the dumb homophobic viewpoint, if a guy is unconscious, and another guy has to give him mouth to mouth, he’s INSTANTLY, without a fair trial, deemed homosexual by those around him. Did you know, DID YOU KNOW, that when you’re having your autopsy, the mortician will actually wear gloves?
That’s how far this thing goes. I guess for some people, you’re even untouchable after death.
Like Joan Rivers will be.
M@RK
