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."
About Me
- painter in hiding
- Ex skater punk-ass with a tendency to use profanity to express myself. I live in a very southern conservative ass backward state. I however am not any of those things, well maybe except southern. I paint and take photographs. I got my degree in it, however I spend the most of my day in the back of an ambulance trying to postpone the inevitable. Just so we are all sure, ALL idenifing details of calls, patients or any other medical information have been altered, changed or left out. There are too many laws that I don't want to break by just letting the world in on a few details of my mundane life. The photographs however, have all be left unchanged. Truth in Art
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We want you back. Working a straight job will rot your brain.
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(I wish someone could tell me how to attach a photo to this comment!) Trust me on this:
To get through the next few weeks fighting cubicle fever, blow off steam at the Palmetto Grand Theater in Mt. Pleasant. They just added a coin-operated "Emergency Call Ambulance" ride.
It has flashing red lights on the top; you sit in a bucket seat and grasp the steering wheel and look at a screen as you careen through traffic on city streets.
It doesn't seem to have a space "in the back" but maybe it'll help.
Will we see you Sunday at the Blog Thai? Starts 6:30 at Little Thai Too, 350 King Street.
Not this week. I have a standing "Sunday Night Dinner" with friends that I've had for two years now. If the next one is in the sftaernoon or not on a sunday I want to go to one
Oh and I've played that game...love it!
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