I didn't relize how long it had been since my last post...So here goes. Alright, so I've been moved YET AGAIN. This time to the opposite end of the county. To a fucking hell hole of a truck. I hate this truck. Its busy, the station's too small for the FD and EMS that live there, it's way to busy in the summer, loud, the people in the area are pretentious snobs, oh and it's fucking busy. We ran call after call after call. And because I'm on the truck for my Acting Crew Cheif training it means that little ol me gets to run all the ALS calls. Which is 90% of the call volume. We had 12 calls yesterday, 10 of which I ran. 9 of which were because it was 112 degrees outside and people think drinking several cans of PBR is a perfectly good and healthy way to stay hydrated while mowing the lawn at noon. Everyone was passing out and had a systolic of 70. Oh and apperently it was also moving day for the whole goddamn county, which people also kept hydrated with Budwiezer. I felt like I was working on the surface of the goddamn sun. I lost 10 lbs just sweating. I was a pretty sight when I got off an hour ago. And the smell, oh my, ripe. But I have since had a shower and am about to go to bed. Fucking people.
Then there was the crazy ass woman who passed out, who hit my partner, who grabbed my ass while yelling at me to "Don't you fuck up my wig! This is my good wig!" The mid sentance passess out only to wake up again and finish her thought. She told me about riding along with the narc team with the local PD. "We busted up some college kids selling dope" Jesus help me.
Well thats all I got, going to sleep. night.