The rambilings of an artist posing as a paramedic on the verge of burn-out.
All names and places have been changed to protect the sick and the stupid.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
I signed up on Halloween for drunken debauchery in costumes. What I got was blues hairs falling in the middle of the night and arm tingling. ARE you KIDDING!. Damn it. Oh well there's always next year.
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I worked Halloween night too. No debauchery for me either. Fortunately no injured children either. An unusually slow night actually.
In the college town of Ashland, Oregon, they always have a Halloween parade for adults that usually gets out of hand with drunks and stabbings, trample-injuries in the throngs of people, etc. I was actually glad that my 22 year old son was told he'd have to work that night, because he was planning on going to the parade if they let him take the night off...22 is a difficult age. They're too old for you to tell them what to do, but don't always make good choices.
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
2 comments:
I worked Halloween night too. No debauchery for me either. Fortunately no injured children either. An unusually slow night actually.
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In the college town of Ashland, Oregon, they always have a Halloween parade for adults that usually gets out of hand with drunks and stabbings, trample-injuries in the throngs of people, etc. I was actually glad that my 22 year old son was told he'd have to work that night, because he was planning on going to the parade if they let him take the night off...22 is a difficult age. They're too old for you to tell them what to do, but don't always make good choices.
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