Why you always need your CPR card

This past weekend was a pretty eventful one! Friday was May Day, which is National Laborer's Day in Denmark. Everyone goes to this one park, Faeldparken, where there are food booths, music, speeches, and demonstrations.
Only part of the crowd for May 1stIt was a great afternoon. We brought blankets, sat by a stage, and listened to terrible Danish pop music. Unfortunately, my night was not so good.

That night a group of us decided to go out, but stayed close to our home since we wanted to keep it more mellow. Well, that failed. While on the dance floor I see a fight break out in the corner. The two of us facing that way start yelling at my friends to move out of the way. As we attempt to, the guys in the fight shifted toward our direction. As the bouncers were trying to break up the fight, the DJ turned off the music, and suddenly everyone could hear a glass shatter. Then, I suddenly felt intense pain in my shoulder and my arm felt wet. I look down and my arm is covered in blood. I obviously start to kinda freak out and just hold out my arm as it spurted blood. My friends went into crisis mode and were wonderful. Kelly was my humor/distraction and also yelled at everyone to get out of the way and let me outside. Sarah, immediately ran to the bar to get towels and get someone to call the ambulance. Chelsea, the pre-med, was my nurse. She applied pressure and gave me general medical attention until the ambulance came. She also rode with me in the ambulance.

I got to experience the Danish health care system, and I have to say, it wasn't fun. First, the medic wrapped my arm so tight my arm eventually started turning blue. Sarah and Chelsea had to keep massaging it to keep the circulation going. A nurse talked to me once I arrived, and eventually Kelly and Sarah arrived too with my CPR number (my Danish insurance number), without which I could not have gotten any medical care. After about 3 hours, a nurse took off my wrapping and put on a bandage. Then, after another 3 hours I was finally stitched up. Obviously everyone by this point was falling asleep, except for me. Too much adrenaline I guess. In the end, I had a grand total of 11 stitches and will now look super tough. I get my stitches taken out after 10 days, after which I will get some sweet scars.
no one will mess with me now!