I did it!
Today I am a certified Wilderness First Responder. This puts me a scant 80 hours of classes, plus labs and observation, away from my WEMT.
The exam, incidentally, was a fucking joke. ooh, what do you do if someone's not breathing? Clear the airway or stabilize the C-spine? tough one.
Unfortunately, I'm basically no longer allowed to fuck anything up. I now have a pretty damn high standard of care to meet. Not that I fucked things up before, mind you. But when you get something like WFR or WEMT, your protection from lawsuits in the event of a big fuckup goes way down.
I can set a broken femur and put it in a traction splint in under 15 minutes, assuming I have a cooperative patient and there's a readily available big stick. If all else fails, I can use one of my trekking poles.
Yes, I am bragging. Fuck you, I'm proud of me.