Why-y-y is my bleeding heart beating?

Tonight I took CPR/first aid training. I'm now certified to crack your ribs if you stop breathing. Much of the brief CPR training I had in 8th or 9th grade seems to have stuck, but I'm very glad that this class used the intermammary line as the compression spot, instead of making you count fingers and worry about snapping the xiphoid process. I was also happy to learn the 100 BPM rule, which I hadn't known. I have great faith in the Bee Gees and ABBA to bring people back from the dead, if only in annoyance. I need to make a resurrection playlist and keep it on my phone for such purposes.

Defibrillators were also discussed, though sadly we didn't get to play with one.