Wednesday, February 28, 2007

They really should have naptime

I'm reverting back to my old habits a little bit too soon. I was doing really well going to be at a resonable hour back in January, but now...now my bedtime is getting later and later. I think my body's trying to tell me something. Like maybe I just can't operate in a 9-5 world. We all know by now, I am a night shifter. I prefer the dark as opposed to the sun. I have very fair irish skin, what can I say, the sun burns. It was something ingrained in me as a zygote. My mother worked nights when she was pregnant with me, so I think it totally screwed up my circadian rhythm for the rest of my existance. I'm going to blame her. But I don't mind except at 0830 when I have to try and function and not fall asleep at my desk. And I am working on the always exciting bill codes. Isf they would let me I would totlly work 2030 - 0500. My mind works better at those hours, plus there is less distraction in the middle of the night. And if there is something I don't need its any more distraction. The shiny things on the supervisor's desk I sit at provides me with enough of that. Anyways, I am reverting back to the staying up all night...I try and get into bed by 2200, but I tend to lay there staring at the ceiling until I get bored with that and open my laptop back up and internet for the next couple of hours until about 3 when I finally doze off only to be awoken at 7 to get ready for another exciting day in cubicle hell. All the while I'm at work I keep thinking "I wonder if anyone would notice if I crawled uder the desk and took a nap?"

Thursday, February 22, 2007

I need...

I had a friend of mine today say "You're one of the only girls I know that actually misses the work" And I said to myself...I says "Self...Only six more weeks. And then I thought...You spend 8 hours a day 5 days a week in a sunless cubicle, staring at the walls and a computer screen typing in DXs and ICD9s, who wouldn't miss the street?" Right? I need the streets. They are my life. They are a part of me. I feel the need for drips and drugs boluses. I feel the need for blood and guts and Chest Pain and Shortness...I need gunshots and MVAs. I need retarded drunks argueing with me about taking them to the hospital. I need to be able to yell at the stupid DUI kid who just slammed his car into a pole and who has the audacity to call me a bitch. I need precordial thumps, cardioversions, Radid Sequence intubations and needle decompressions. I need to look death in the face and go...HA HA not today you sick bastard! Your not taking him today! I need my old life back. I'm sick of looking at ICD9s and choosing between ALS1 rides and ALS2 rides.

I dream of the day I go back. I miss it. I feel kinda useless. But I am healing. The healer is healing. so I will continue to heal until the day the orthopod says to me "B- you are ready, go forth...save the crackheads; save the sick...save the stupid."

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Six

...Six is the number of the day. I went to my wonderful orthopod today for me post-op exam. The good news is I'm healing quite well despite my best efforts. I'm wearing two mathcing shoes. I do have a slight limp, which is slowing becoming less and less. I have alot of pain at night after being on my feet all day, all of which is normal after... lets count... 5 fractures of my foot. The bad news is he wants me to heal for another Six Weeks!. Six. So April is when I'm looking to hit the streets again. I completly understand his line of thought though. I would rather go back a few weeks late, than go back to early and reinjure my foot. I had a very impresive injury. ( a lisfranc fracture, three metatarsal neck fractures, and a Jones, or Dancers Fracture) But six weeks more in cubicle hell is a long time. I miss my crackheads, my gunshots, my CHFers. But healing is what I'm doing now. He told me if I didn't do what I do, I would be back to work in a week, but because my job intails being on my feet for 12 hours, lifting up to 80 lbs of gear up and down stairs and possibly running for my life when the crackheads start shooting at us, he would rather be safe than sorry. So here I am, six more weeks doing ambulance billing. Which I am happy to do, they didn't have to give me that job. I could just be on LWOP. But still...it kinda sucks. But I'm healing, slowing but steadily.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

New post.

Well, first I'm going to apologize to all of my faithful readers. I am sorry I haven't posted in a while. Been busy, I'm moving this weekend, so between that I being sick, and having my foot cut open to remove the hardware I haven't really been up to posting. But tonight I shall post. Even if it is a completly pointless post.

Well The pin pulling was a success, I am healing quite nicely. It was kinda funny, the anesetheologist who put me under for my first surgery, was also the one who put me under for this procedure. He was going through his shpeal before, "We are going to give you some medicine that will put you to sleep and then we are going to put a breathing tube...blah...blah", when I stoped him and said "I'm a Medic, you can use the big words on me I understand then...so what size tube to you think you will use?..and weren't you the doc that did my nerve block before?" (I'm a 6.5 ETT, just FYI). He then looked at me really hard and then cracked up..."You were the Medic who got tanked on her birthday and shattered your foot weren't you? We still get a kick out of your story. Your fractures were impressive... Yes, that whould be me, I am that girl.

But taody was a big day for me I wore two matching shoes. This is a big deal because for the past three months I have had to wear a big ugly AirCast on the broken foot...but today...TODAY, I wore Both of my Adidas Shelltop Gazelles. Granted one's a little bit more beat up than the other, but nontheless I was still thrilled.

I also pissed off a snarly High School student when I told him that his reason for not wearing a seatbelt was idiotic it is uncomfortable and his brother's, best friend's cousin's life was saved because he WASN'T wearing a seat belt (Thats a really stupid thing to tell a Paramedic who in five years has never cut a dead body from a seatbelt, but has on more than a few occasions scraped dead ejections from the asphalt, because they were not wearing one...it was like when I was told by a HS student from the same HS that drunk drivers are more careful drivers because they are intoxicated, someone explain that logic to me)

Okay, well thats enough for me tonight, I must sleep, tomorrow I have to help test 20 or so EMT's for the 4 open EMT slots for my system. A...A is for Airway...right?

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Pin pulling party

Tomorrow is the day. The day that I have been waiting for for almost three and a half months. Since that fateful fall from grance. No thanks to a bartender and two bottles of a really good spanish wine. I get my screw and last pin removed from my foot. The pin by the way that has almost made it's way to the outside of my skin. gross. But yeah, they come out and I will be able to wear real shoes again. Maybe not black patent leather three inch Steve Maddens, but shoes. I should write a letter the the Madden company though and tell them that even after a fall from three flights of stairs with three shattered metatarsals, a Lisfranc, and a Jones fracture, the shoes remained unscathed. He makes a damn sturdy shoe. Beautiful and tough little things those heels are.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Fallen.

We had a police funeral today. Not a line of duty death, thank god, but he was a well known and well liked officer, not just by his fellow officers, by other public servants. He was good to us, and he will be missed. I only knew him through work. Would talk on scenes, joke, you know normal stuff. I don't have a whole lot of stories like some of the people who knew him very well. But still...he was one of us.

So I don't know how many of you have even been part of a Police funeral, by it is a sight to behold. The city really does shut down. They closed down the main street in front of the church. All the officers lined up at attention in thier dress blues. We also had about 20 medics lines up behind the officers. Then came the rumble of the motorcycles (the officer was a member of the moto team), officers from every juristiction. The drove in front before the casket, with the officer's police crusier behind them. Then we all filed into the church. After it was over there was a motorcaid that stretched across the Connector in to the Island. Just a line of blue lights that strtched on for ever. We had five units at the end and there was two fire trucks. We wound our way to the grave site. There we fell into line, again behind the officers in the dress blues. They had a bugler that playyed Taps, and bag piper that played Amazing Grace, the 21 gun salute. That even had me choked up. Especially when they handed the folded flag to the Parents. Then came the 10-42 salute. It was impressive and beautiful. You never want to have to see this, but it is a wonderful salute to the type of officer he was.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Stupid people

Okay well even when I'm not at work I am still witness to the stupidity of humans. SO I was driving home from k's house tonight after Grey's Anatomy... Well actully let me just say this first, It's pouring down very cold rain and it 35 degrees outside...Okay, so...I was driving, sitting at a light on the Crosstown ( a main street that goes from Downtown to the interstate) when I look over to see some totally fratastic dude running down the street in nothing but a show me your vagina Paris Hilton mini skirt. Thats it. Seriously. Thats really all I have tonight. I'm tired and I have to go to cubicle hell in the am.