Yesterday, my hubby and I were at the “Broken Wing” exercise as part of the radio communications portion of the exercise. We don’t usually get involved with these things except my hubby took some vacation time for it. And, since I have had to deal with disease, it as been a long time since I have been involved.
So it was fun. Just like my hubby always says, “if the exercise doesn’t fail then we weren’t pushing it to the limit.” I think that means we are trying to see how well we do now before we are in an actual incident.
Broken Wing exercise was an airport/medical exercise that must be done at least every three years. From what I gathered from our simulator, the hospitals were trying to get signed off on their ability to handle an emergency with and around their regular duties. For an exercise, it went well.
So I didn’t have the time to talk about … anything. We were writing an after action report (my views on what could have gone better) and then we were so tired that I fell asleep right away. Also, my body was sore, sore, and sore.
Next week, I will have some contemplation and reflection time. This week was more physical.
