So I work full time as a primary care paramedic. I love my job, most days. I find it challenging and rewarding. There are days that are good and days that, well, you wish never happened. You see people at their worst and they are looking at you to fix whatever issue they have going on.
Over the years, I have come across many different patients. People tend to ask me, "What's the worst thing you've seen?" And I want to ask back, do you really want to know? Do you want to hear about the little six yr old boy who's brother ran him over with the four wheeler and split his leg wide open, or about the baby who was blue because they were choking? How about the wife who just lost her husband, or the teen who is mangled and trapped in the vehicle? Trust me, you don't want to know these things.
I work with an amazing group of people, both coworkers and hospital staff. It's like a second family and we can all relate to what each other goes through. We stand by, offer help, advise or just an old fashioned hug.
We are away from our families for hours at a time. My shift is 12 hrs running 6-1800 and often, as was case today, we got overtime. I had about 30 minutes to see my lovies tonight before it was time for bed. I haven't seen them since Thursday night! Sometimes I really wish I could find a normal 9-5 job where I could tuck them in every single night and wake up with them each morning. It breaks my heart when A asks, who's going to be here in the morning when we wake up? Or where are we sleeping tonight? I know this too will pass and they will grow up fine, still I wonder what it'd be like to be normal.
So this weekend of work was full of ups and downs...some people were injured, some passed away, some just needed an ear to listen...we did the best we could and hopefully made a difference...that's all we can hope for.
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