30 May 18
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POTD 10th Anniversary
I realized today that this is the 10th year I've been doing the "Picture of the Day" project on the blog. That makes May the best month for the blog for 10 years running. In celebration, I went back and labeled all of the old POTD posts with the tag "POTD". Clever, I know. So, if all one of you wants to go back to 2008 and see what I took pictures of in May, all you have to do is click that little "POTD" at the bottom of this (and many posts) scroll down and hit "More posts" over and over again. It seems that basically for the last five years, the blog has pretty much been picture of the day posts. If you're a blogger (which no one is anymore) I would encourage you to start your own pic o' the day as it is pretty cool to look back over 10 years and see what I was up to in Mays past. (I did just discover that the 2008 pics have to be clicked on. Maybe if I get bored some day I'll fix this...)
EMS is
EMS is... cold dinners missed sleep split seconds golden hours chest pains back aches filthy houses narrow stairs dead on toilets dead behind doors woah, look at that! talking off the ledge boredom adrenaline knowing too much knowing too little making cots squeezed hands repetition bitching held pressure held breath all eyes on you public scrutiny high expectations bull shit feeling cool looking dumb driving too fast getting there too late panicked parents happy babies hidden sorrow unbridled joy
Orientation days 1-3
There is now a cast of 33 new characters in my life. My classmates and future colleagues. The 33 other people who, like me, are thinking, "I hope I can do this". They will help me learn, help me grow, and build me up. I hope I can return the favor Orientation, was like many other orientations I have been to: awkward, stressful, and extremely boring. Administrivia has never been my strong suit. Also, I just about ran out of business attire within the three days, so I guess I still have some shopping to do. My ongoing closet emergency. I have never been simultaneously built up and broken down before. It is an odd and confusing sensation that has (actually) kept me up at night. The entire three days vacillated between welcoming us, telling us we were great, and gearing us for the tsunami that is about to break upon us. "Congratulations on being here. You should be proud. This will be the worst summer of your life. Don't think...
