Well I'm up to almost 11 years in Fire and EMS.
Demons?
Yeah I got 'em.
Bad Dreams?
Oh hell yeah.
Calls I regret running?
Just one
Eleven years and only one call I really regret. It was a bad night but sorry for the gore hounds but that one isn't going up yet it's only been a year and a half and may still be going to court. I want to kind of explain what the Fire Service has done to me.
First off I'm the guy that's always cool under the gun. I always say in interviews and such that I'm at my best when the shit hits the fan. Give me a ten car pileup with ejections and an overturned bus over paying my power bill. Sick? No I just know my wheelhouse.
I work full-time as an EMT now and Part-time as a Firefighter/EMT with a specialized company that works exclusively on race tracks. I love my job.
Yeah I left Law Enforcement because now I'm a father and honestly I was so burned out I did not care anymore about doing a good job. That's another story for when I have time to write a very long entry.
I decided to write this post and now I can't come up with anything to say. I mean the service is just my life now. The calls don't really stand out anymore. I've run thousands of calls. I don't know how this effects my life I guess because I've gotten jaded or it's just life.
I do know some things that have been changed by the service.
I can drive anything in any weather.
I don't trust anybody entirely
I am a glutton for punishment. (Car wreck in a driving hail storm=my cup of tea)
I have a iron stomach even when I'm already quezy
I watch people vomit to see whats in it
I clean up after myself at work
I can wash a fire truck front to back in ten minutes
I can handle anything or at least pretend to
People can yell at me all they want. I still don't care
I'm still scared of snakes
I know that I can do anything I need to, just need to take a deep breath and do it.
Work is work it's good and I love it but it's a job
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