Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Monday, March 29, 2010

I still Pink Puffy Heart love you

I know I haven't blogged in awhile. It doesn't mean I don't care about you, my faithful readers, it just means I don't care enough.
My schedule has been keeping me away - that, and I am just totally uninspired. Until last night. I got like a 2 second glimpse of a show called "Kirstie Alley's Big Life" or some such and I was AMAZED.
TOTALLY FLOORED. Not just that someone thought "I know a great idea for a show! Let's gather up some lemur-loving fatties and film them trying to get back on (Jenny) Craig'slist while they self-destruct in front of the camera and prove how bat-shit crazy D-list celebrities are",
But also because SOMEONE GAVE THEM A SHOW.
Really? Seriously, I need a show. I can give you entertainment. And you won't have to watch me stuffing my fat face either. Funny stuff happens to me all the time. Like the other day, when I wore baggy granny panties with my uniform and they fell down all day long so I was constantly hitching up my pants. It took some serious maneuvering to keep my wedgies straight while running around taking care of people. It didn't dawn on me til quittin' time that it would have been easier to just remove them. But then what if I had gotten in an accident, like our mothers always used to say?
For me it would be an ambulance accident, so probably some pretty serious shit. I could have had bilateral femur fractures and some First Responder going after my pants with the trauma shears and there would be nothing I could do about it. I always say underwear are overrated, but not when you're working, man. Anything could happen. I could squat to help a patient and my pants could split right up the crotch. It has happened. And that shit is hilarious.
You know what else is funny? Getting a full chaw of Beechnut spat at you while trying to hold down the Incredible Hulk so your partner can get a line in and an amp of D50 to bring him back to the nice, unassuming, quiet mannered diabetic man whose blood sugars got too low. It took awhile, so by the time I could do anything about it, the sweat trickling from my scalp had already mixed with the chew and ran in my eyes. My partner took me over to the sink and was carefully washing my face and commented, "you have never looked dead sexier".
Take that, Kirstie Alley.
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Sunday, March 7, 2010

Another 911 at 0 degrees

Even though it's 0600 hours, I am ready to go on a remote call looking for a possible fractured pelvis on a snowmobile trail 19 miles off the road... I LOVE my job!
(If only my partner would stop "trying to see if the rig camera works")
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Friday, March 5, 2010

How Strong is She?

In the Summer, they struggled.
In the Fall, he was suddenly dead.
Their little girl tried to understand, her mother tried to hide her tears.
How do you reach out to someone who has lost their mate?
Can she handle it? How strong is she?
Stronger than I.
She wants to fall apart, but she can't. She holds herself together for her daughter, she goes to work, life goes on.
But one look in her eyes tells the truth. You can see the pain welling up as she speaks his name, softly, and you can hear the hurt as she recalls how he took care of them.
I can hardly bear it.
In the Winter, she carries on.
And she reaches out to help me as I lie there, too weak too stand. I ask her how she's doing, but it sounds so lame. I want to ask her more, but I don't want to make her cry.
When she leaves my hospital room, I turn to the wall and cry tears of shame. How strong is she!
In the Spring, she smiles.
She is amazing.
She takes care of her daughter like no mother I have ever seen. That little girl will grow up to be amazing, too. She takes care of her family, she takes care of us.
Who takes care of her?
She inspires me. I want to be that strong, too. I feel lucky just to know her. I want to say that, but when my tongue gets stuck, I write it here.
Keep standing tall, girl. If you fall, I've got your back.
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