Sunday, December 6, 2015

Paramedic School I

  I titled this Paramedic School "I" because I KNOW there are going to be more blogs about this.

  For my fans, fear not I will get back to "Small Town" soon,

  I'm just an "ambulance driver" for now, but I'm going through Paramedic School.  First of all, don't call us ambulance driver's, there is so much training and hard work involved.  We're called EMTs for a reason.  Emergency Medical Technician.

  Paramedic School is ridiculous, I honestly don't know how there are any Paramedics on the face of the earth right now.  I call it "Dr Light".  There is so much information to cram into your brainus, so many hours of riding on an ambulance for free, so many hours of working in an ER for free, so many hours of studying.  So much time and dedication.

  If you ever find yourself in need, and I hope you never do, but if you hear the words "Hi, I'm Bill. I'm a Paramedic and I'm here to help you."  You are in the hands of angels.

  I'm at the end of our first semester of 3 in Medic School.  My brain hurts from the amount of information being crammed into it.  My back hurts from all of the lifting.  I'm literally emotionally and physically exhausted.  STUDY! QUIZ! STUDY! RIDE TIME! STUDY! CLINICALS!

  I have doubts of whether I have the knowledge and or skills to pass this class and actually become a Paramedic.  All of this going on while working TWO full time jobs.

  Breathe Billy!  Breathe!  I got this.  FOCUS.

  I got to thinking today about where I am in my own life, and where I want to be,  I want to be exactly where I am right now. In Medic School.

  On a recent trip,  I felt as though I was making my own music video in real time. Here's how it played out:

  Medic 101
Medic 101
  Code 3 in the city, Diabetic Emergency
Medic 101 roger, on the way

  And at that exact moment, this song came on. I literally turned the red lights on a 00:46 into this song.

Lovin EVERY minute!


Nothing personal, but I never want to meet you.  But if you touch that dial.... start me like a motor, make me run!

You called me on your worst day.  
That's when I'm at my best.


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