Ya know… I’m pissed. And it’s about time I posted a rant. It’s my blog afterall, so I’m allowed to rant. So here goes.


You nailed it, we’re so fucking impressed. You must be the most incredible person for having a brand new EMT-B card, one that the ink isn’t even dry on yet. But, there’s a few things you need to know, and things that you need to learn quick before I toss you out of the doors of my bus while we’re traveling down the freeway.

1) I don’t care if you are older than me. Yes, I might be a young EMT, but I’ve got many times your experience, and I am the higher licensure on the truck. Keep this in mind. It means if we’re treating a patient, what I say, goes. Don’t you fucking DARE look down on me for only being 23.

2) Quit your whining. No our job is not all traumas. It’s not all code three returns to the hospital. It’s not anything like the TV show ‘Trauma’. Get those thoughts out of your damned head right now if you want to survive at all in this job.

3) Speaking of trauma… Another thing you need to stop, right fucking now, is thinking I’m an inferior EMT just because I prefer medical calls to trauma calls. Trauma is easy; Keep an airway, plug the holes, splint the breaks, stick em with IVs. Rinse and repeat. I actually prefer medical because I have to THINK. Once you get some experience, and some education, you’ll see that medical calls can be some of the most pucker-factor inducing calls you might run in your career.

4) I swear to god, if you EVER repeat the comments you told me about suicide attempt calls, I will end you. How would you like it if I made those kinds of comments to your mother, sister, wife, girlfriend, daughter, brother, son, or father? Really? You wouldn’t like it? Then keep your damned mouth shut! And yea, I don’t like those calls. You don’t know what the fuck I’ve dealt with in the past two months, and you most likely never will, because I don’t deem you worthy of personal discussions with. Yes, SI calls affect me. No, I don’t like running them. But yea, I enjoy talking to the patients, trying to help them, even if it’s just holding their hand and telling them things WILL get better. Helping them is a way of helping me heal myself.

Those are just four things. I’m tired right now or else I might keep going. Count your blessings you are still breathing, and keep in mind that if you ever draw my truck to work on again, you will learn to control your damned mouth. You might be older than me, you might have more life experience than me, but from what I’ve seen you deserve no more respect than I give to my average ETOH bum on the side of the road (which admittedly is more respect than you seem to give them, or me). To me, respect is earned, not freely given. And with what I’ve seen, you have a long long way to go before you get any from me.

Keep one thing in mind. EMS isn’t about saving lives. It’s about caring for people. Caring for people is the majority of our job, saving lives is something we might be lucky enough to help with a few times in our career.

Yay updates

Well. It’s been a couple weeks. In that time I’ve had two interviews. Heard back from both of them… Not good news. I’m still stuck in NM for the time being. But I have at least one more testing, most likely three, in the same part of TX that I did the testing with MCHD EMS. One for a VERY rural service which makes me happy 😀 The other two are right on the coast of the Gulf, so that would be fun.

I’m also looking into classes at CNM for this fall just in case I’m still here. Looking into Chem 1, Bio 1, labs for both, and Intro Psych, plus maybe one other class. It’ll give me something to do, plus I need them for RN school anyways.

Other than that, nothing really major going on here. Still trying to take things day by day. But I have noticed something a lot more than I had in the past. These are some photos I’ve taken recently

I’ve never really noticed cloud formations like this all that often until recently. Until I lost Sade. Now I see them all the time, and every time I do, I get a little feeling that she is there watching over me and this is her way of letting me know she’s there. And it is her way of making sure I keep my promise about taking pictures. Each day is still hard, but all I can do is keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Well, I’m out for the night. Gotta take some uniform jackets to the supply house tomorrow to get velcro added to the sleeves for patches… Then make some more phone calls to finalize testing details in SE Texas. Lets hope these go better than the last two interviews I’ve had.