Finally some new pictures. The new kayaking ones were taken toward the end of November. It was about 0730 and about 30 degrees. The fog rising off of the water was really cool to see. The icy pics were taken about a month ago when we had a nice ice storm that coated everything in a lovely layer of ice. It looked cool, but was a bit treacherous.
I have the immense privilege to be sitting right across from Maddog Medic in the flesh. We aren't speaking, though he is listening to me. Want to solve this riddle? He is transcribing an interview he did with me for his blog at this very moment. And I too am blogging at this very moment! How crazy?! I am stationed this week at the EMS today conference to stock up on professional wheelings and dealings and learn some stuff. This is a wonderful conference full of networking and new products and I learned already that one dose of glucagon costs $130. That's out of control! I cannot wait to catch up on disaster literature and EMS tricks of the trade and get as many free pens as I can at the expo tomorrow. As for now, I'm headed to a class on smart stuff and pediatric breathing problems. I am surrounded by EMS nerds and I love it! I spent the day learning about things above my pay grade such as how to read a chest x-ray and how to differentiate between subarachnoi...
Well, well, well, well, well. I think 5 wells are enough. I haven't blogged in over a year. I am only here because facebook reminded me that my blogiversary was this week. I even took the picture a day away from the blog and did it on Instagram in 2021. HOW DISLOYAL! I spent this last year getting my feet wet in urgent care. What a mixed bag of a career path. Why not blog about all the crazy things I've seen? I'm not sure. One reason is I have a constant fear of HIPPA violations while working within my community. Don't worry, I do have a list of funny things that have happened written down that I should entertain you with. I would like to blog again as I've learned is that I need a creative outlet. I need a stress relief. I need a project. I had (self diagnosed) depression earlier this winter as the covid positivity rate in my practice went from acceptable to probably 80-90% and I cance...
Sometimes this job is like a race. Like you're carrying this person on your back, and it's a messy race. You're tripping and sweating and you almost drop them. It's bouncy and there's trash everywhere. And if you can just get them over that line. To the line and throw them over. Throw them over and into the ER, you're obligation is fulfilled. Your job is done. You've won the race. And for a long time, that was it. Mission accomplished and I wasn't responsible for anything else. I didn't care about anything else. Get them to the hospital. Dust my hands off and pat myself on the back. But somehow, they crept in. What did happen? Did they live? For the first time I asked myself. I began to bring them home. I put them on a shelf and they stared down at me. They said, did you run fast enough? Did you fall? Did you drop me? You threw me onto this island- over your line, but was it salvation? I left in a hel...
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