Been a busy few days. Worked a 12 Saturday night for AMR (thankfully a mellow one) and then a 24 in Salem yesterday. We did four or five calls, nothing to write home about, and slept all night.
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Yesterday evening, my ambulance preceptor told me I could stop studying and watch TV, which is a nice (and relatively rare) treat. We channel-surfed for a bit, went to a COPD'er who fell down three stairs (easy refusal) and came back. When we got back my preceptor was very excited about Extreme Makeover: Home Edition
This would have been fine, except the show we watched featured a family with a kid who had Spinal Muscular Atrophy
. Cute little boy, about seven. Just about the age of the kid with the same disease who we ran a code on a few months ago. Choked me up a bit.
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At the end of the shift, my preceptor is filling out my evaluation for the day. "You know," she said conversationally, "it's getting harder and harder for me to find things to bitch about. You're doing really well. Just need to get your time management dialed in."
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Thanks to all who commented on my last post. As regards a couple of comments:
- "Earlobe rings" means regular piercings in my earlobes like twelve-year-old girls get. I wanted to specify that if I get more ear piercings they're not gonna be cartilage or anything whackier.
- Tattoos will always be in easily-covered areas. Beyonds the necessity for work, I like the idea looking of clean-cut and then having lots of ink when I take my shirt off.
... very funny. Verrrrry funny. Just you wait. You're moving in here, see, and there will be ample opportunities for revenge. Oh yes. Vengeance is a dish best served cold ... and it is very cold in the shower when the hot water is turned off.