To be one of Them

so here i am back from a great week of fun with the faff....a week full of shopping/ eating/ Alias/ bike-riding/ kicking faff's butt in skip-bow (maybe it was a tie)/ project runway/ music/and of coarse quotes!!!!! Also a day of fun with the kims.Just what i needed before the life of a paramedic field intern takes over my very existence.....extreme you think?

Well just tell that to the thousands of paramedic interns that have gone before me..... many have traveled this path before me...many who i call my friends, many who take it upon themself to wake in the middle of the night from the long anticiapated sound of the fire alarms or the the sound of a calling dispatcher's voice. To rise and strap on their boots or reposition themselves in thier crammed ambulance. Those that have to be fully awake and alert weather to drive throught the sleeeping city or map in thir counterpart. Those that walk on to an unknown scene, carrying thier cardiac moniter, ALS bag, and newly instated CPAP bag. Those that walk not only into homes, prisons, convelescent housing, but also on to the freeway.....walking up to a rolled over vehicle or a bumper to bumper traffic collison. With the night wind russling thier hair, they put on gloves and approuch the frightened victom. But not only the freeway is where these people respond outside at night ... but the streets....approuching the wasted man on the side of the the road, the drug overdose in the park, the assualt victom in the neighborhood street, the siezure victom outside of the liquer store, but also the dead young women laying face first down her stairs, shot repeatly in the back as she had tried to run form the home invasion. These people have to assess, and decide not only thier treatment but the hospital of choice, the status of thier transport but olso the call to base for a decision weather the patient's life should be called 'death' onscene.

After transport of the patient or the call and determination of death these poeple drive back to thier fire houses or re-post in thier ambulances ounce again. taking thier boots off or trying to once again find that position they had earlier to fall asleep....they all close thier eyes ounce again hoping that they can drift off for awhile as they anticipate their next call......these or those at night..those by day work to a slitely different tune..thier calls consist also of the school children, the medical clinical offices, the hurried drivers going to or from work, the stressed out college students, but they stay awake...occationaly slipping of for a nap..but they also run the fire houses or thier respected ambulances.. no matter what they were doing prior to the call..eating, reading, whatever is forgotten and they are alert, ready to devote to the call at hand....

i have been working as an EMT for four years now and i have to be awake and alert for the call at hand...but soon i will have to shift my thoughts and be thier in charge, assessing, treating and transporting the patient at hand..with everyone breathing down my neck praying i will do the right thing as a stretch my horizons as a medic.....

It will be crazy, it will be hard, i will probably have moments of laughter, moments of despair, moments of frusteration at myself..i will be tired, i will probably say four letter words i would never imagine myself to say.....i know i will cry....but i have soo many amazing people behind me...encouraging me, propting me to go.. and most importantly i have God telling me to go...

thank you family,
thankyou friends
thankyou Belizian buddies
thankyou San Bernardino county fire depts
thankyou craftoon hills collleg staff
thankyou AMR employees
and that you God for calling me to this....be with me as i step out in faith to grab what you have laid before me...streghten me.......

and so i will go...i will walk this path of what God has called me to be...to be a paramedic
lord strethen me...