Angel of Death. Dr. Death. Double Oh Seven. These are just a few of the names I have earned because of yesterday. You know when you are on your third uniform, you have had a bad shift. When you come home wearing you bunker boots because your work boots are soaked through with blood you have had a bad shift. When the Fire Dept keeps a tally on how many full arrests you have worked you have a had a bad shift. Two full Arrests, One traumatic Arrest (GSW who bleed 2 units of blood all over my boots), and six DOAs (one Nursing home and 5 from a massive 4 vehicle MVA that burned up) is the offical death count. Tweleve calls in 24 hours. The AutoPulse batteries didn't even have a chance to charge back up. The Monitor batteries also didn't have a chance to charge. And of course the AC goes out in the box and of course its 122 degrees in the shade and OF COURSE it was 100% humitiy. Oh and the memory card from the monitor was lost along with my cell phone. Its been a bad day. Fucking Friday the 13th.
But I'm home now, with three days off. I have a big glass of wine. And I'm going to bed.