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There are many reasons I wanted to nights, some of them I can not say on here, but if you ask me personally I have no problem telling, certain people.  The biggest reason is though, that I will be working the same hours as Anna does now. 

I am looking forward to a different type of patient on nights.  I expect more drunks, and less transfers.  Transfers back to the residence or the nursing home don’t usually happen at night.  I expect more drunks for obvious reasons.  I think that emergency calls at night will be exactly that, an emergency call. 

But, this all remains to be validated.  As I have never worked a regular shift on nights in EMS before.  Sure I worked nights at Lowes, McDonalds, and Corning.  So the actual night/darkness thing I should be able to adapt readily to. 

I have a different partner now, and with that comes different ways of doing certain things.  But my new partner is experienced, just like the other one was, so I look forward to that.  Different dispatchers and supervisors as well.  I will leave that one alone, for obvious reasons! 

Everyone keeps asking me at work if I am ready for this.  Yeah.  I am.  I just need a new flashlight…

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Ten years ago, at quarter of nine in the morning, I was in Chemistry class.  Doing what every sixteen year guy was doing in class, checking out the girl in class wearing a shear shirt (I remember who it was, but will respect privacy.)  She had come in after the period break, saying someone just flew a jet into the World Trade Center.  My first thought was “WTF is the world trade center?”,  then I thought someone had flown a jet fighter into the building.  I was wrong.  We talked the teacher into letting us go down to the library instead of doing a lab, to watch the TVs down there.  It was then that I saw the second jet fly into the other building.  Everything changed.  We watched as the towers fell. 

I got home that day, after watching the news all day at school.  No one was home but my Uncle Rick visiting from Mojave with his camper.  First thing he said was “Fucking Ragheads are going to pay.”  And we continued to watch the news. 

Coincidently, it was also my first day, at my first job, working by myself in the kitchen of McDonalds.  It was a slow night. 

That day forever changed everything, how we fly, how we travel, how we view others everything.  Friends and family started enlisting.  I am proud of each and everyone of them.  I lost one friend in Iraq, and another will never be the same after Afghanistan. 

Now, now I put others before myself, doing what 343 firefighters and EMS professionals did on the infamous day.  Ten years ago I never would haven even contemplated it. 

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Our land lady is moving, and plans on selling the house.  We have been told that we have till the end of our lease, 2/12.  But we are hoping to move this October!  We plan on staying in the same general area since we love it up here.  The biggest problem is going to be getting our deposit back from our current land lord.  She expects the apartment to look exactly the same when we leave as it did when we moved in.  When we moved in, no one, absolutely no one, had lived in the apartment before, we are first tenants to attempt to survive in this habitat!  You can see the problem! 

We are looking into complexes, as opposed to renting a part of a house, we think this will be better for us in the long run.  Income based housing would be nice, but time will tell. 

Other news, Annas wrist is getting better after she got injured at work.  The doctor at the ED she went to gave her the wrong size brace initially and unknowingly gave her tendinitis.  Yeah. 

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I routinely get asked how my day was.  Lately I have responded with “Slow”.  Then people say how that is a good thing because then nobody was sick, injured or hurt.  When I tell them this is true but I wish it was busier, I get a lecture about how bad of a person I am wishing harm to someone. 

Well…

What they do not realize, is that I would never wish harm to someone.  It is just that I have a special skill set, I have been through lots of training, practice, practical’s, and skill tests to get these skills.  Not everyone can do it.  Some people who do this shouldn’t be doing it!  And I am good at it.  I want to use it.  I feel like God gave me this skill set so I can help people.  And if I am not helping people then it is going to waste. 

It is kind of like a soldier, we train them to kill, and we train them to be good at it.  But when they don’t get a chance to go to war, we go on about how much of a waste it is and downgrade our military.  Then 9/11 comes along, 2 wars start, as well as keeping Korea and other hot spots manned, and running drug interdiction on the coast.  All of a sudden we don’t have the troops needed and there is an out cry! 

Now, yes I will admit that the adrenaline rush is there, it is not the sole reason I am in this profession.  Helping people is kind of cliché, but is the truth.  Lights and sirens?  Yeah, can’t deny the pleasure I get in seeing two out of three cars pull out of my way (to the third car, it may be your family member I am rushing to take care of!) 

I (and all my fellow EMS providers) have a very unique skill set that less than ten percent of the nation have!  Do the math on that one! 

I don’t want to see you get hurt, I just want to be there when you do! 

Now I realize this is not my most well written post, and I am thinking of editing it, but it is something that has been nagging at me. 

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Well.  There isn’t really a lot to comment on as of late.  I have some ideas bouncing around my head for blogs to write.  I am just lazy.  There should be one written soon I am hoping.  This post is really more of a way for me test blogging from my iPod! 

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Here’s something I found on the net.  Sadly I don’t know the author, but if you do let me know so I can give credit where credit is due. 

The medic stood and faced God. 
Which must always come to pass. 
He hoped his uniform was clean,
He’d gotten dressed kind of fast. 

“Step forward now, Medic. 
How shall I deal with you? 
Have you always turned the other cheek? 
To my church have you been true?” 

The medic squared his shoulders and said,
“No Lord I guess I ain’t,
cause those of us who wade in blood,
can’t always be a saint. 
I’ve had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was tough. 
And at times I’ve been violent,
cause the streets are awful rough. 

But I never took a penny
that wasn’t mine to keep…
although I worked a lot of overtime,
when the bills got far too steep. 

And I never passed a cry for help,
though at times I shook with fear. 
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I wept unmanly tears. 

I know I don’t deserve a place
among the people here. 
They never wanted me around,
except to calm their fears. 

If you have a place for me, Lord,
It needn’t be so grand. 
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don’t I understand.” 

There was silence all around the throne,
where saints had often trod. 
As there medic waited quietly
for the judgment of his God.