[Lifesaving] Warwick competition 2013
This weekend was the first BULSCA
competition of the new year: the Warwick Refreshers Competition. I always enjoy
travelling back to my undergraduate haunt, and to be honest would have gone
down even if we hadn’t had a team.
This wasn’t entirely a foregone conclusion given that the competition
was taking place on the weekend directly preceding the start of the semester at
St Andrews, but we did pull a team together (we even had an extra helper with
us), so away we went. Or at least three of us did; the other two were
travelling straight to Coventry from home.
Having isolation in this lecture theatre brought back memories for me. (Credit: Adam James Martin)
This was the M6 mere hours after we passed through! (Credit: bbc.co.uk)
Once again we were early in the
draw, so we didn’t have long to wait in isolation. Both of the SERCs were
nicely themed this time around, and both were also rather fun. The dry was set
at a Star Wars convention, in the “Death Star room”. On entering we saw two
people with lightsabres, and one with a Darth Vader mask on! I was very
excited! Darth Vader appeared to have injured their head, and their companions
was unconscious but breathing. There were also two other casualties (with the
lightsabres), one with an asthma attack and lots of information, and one with a
cut on her arm. I found the inhaler and first aid kit, only to be accosted a
panicking bystander who needed help downstairs. I set one of my team to deal
with that, only to find out that there was an unconscious, non-breathing adult
down there, together with someone apparently suffering from their first ever
anaphylactic reaction! In the end
we dealt with everything as best as we could, and managed to send for a phone.
The only thing I feel that we didn’t do was finish bandaging the arm wound, but
I was very happy with our performance in the dry.
The wet, unfortunately, wasn’t
quite such a success. We were at the River Song, passing by Rory bridge (spot
the Doctor Who theme), and on entering saw four casualties. One on the side was
woozy, and eventually went unconscious no matter what you did; it turned out
that he’d overdosed on paracetemol, but we didn’t find the bottle of pills. The
three in the water were a hypothermic weak swimmer, an unconscious on the
surface, and a dislocated shoulder. We managed to get them all to the side, but
struggled to get the shoulder injury out of the water, and didn’t get around to
doing a lift-out of the unconscious (who was wrongly identified as breathing).
Partly that was because I was tied up talking to the bystander on the ‘bridge’,
who had a phone. I spent my time trying to pass her information, and have to
say that I was rather unsuccessful as I blanked on our location. Not our finest
hour, but not a complete disaster.
The Warwick old boys tackle the wet SERC. (Credit: Adam James Martin)
The rope throw went as well as
expected, as we got 2 casualties to the side (but were credited with 3 for some
reason), and the manikin carry wasn’t too bad given our lack of practice. One
of the team was very nervous about it, as last time she tried she really
struggled, but this time she did a good job. Finishing off with the swim-tow
was hard; I struggled with my breathing, which was very frustrating given that
I normally do well at the event, but I’m blaming that on lack of training. We
didn’t come last at least!
In the end we finished 8th
overall out of twenty teams, which I’m pleased with. But I’m ecstatic that we
once again won the dry SERC; for a relatively inexperienced team that’s a
brilliant achievement, and to do it more than once in a season is even better.
It further confirms that SERCs are very much the strong point of the club.
The social was a lot of fun. I
took part in my first drinking circles for several years, spent a lot of time
hanging out with lots of old friends from my Warwick days, and had some nice
long chats with people that I haven’t seen for a while. I was intending to
leave early to get some sleep, but ended up staying until we were thrown out at
2am. The food had been disappointing, but our stopgap haggis mascot was
sacrificed to satisfy our hunger.
We took it all the way down with us for Burns Night, but didn't arrive early
enough to enjoy it. Still, it was useful in the end. (Credit: David Brown)
The less said about the drive
back the better. In all honesty I probably shouldn’t have been driving. I
hadn’t slept much, and I could tell. I had a few close calls that really scared
me, but after having a decent meal I felt much better, and we made it home in
the end.
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