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Night shift. 3 calls. All at the same facility.
1st, fall. Code 1. Skin tear
2nd, diabetic. Amp of D50 and a ride for the hell of it.
3rd, fall. Omg.
Note to self… Not where I'd put my loved ones…. And that is the Good nursing home!
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Finally, a non-shitty REAL Facebook app for your BlackBerry!
FaceBook 1.6 for BlackBerry came out last night around 11pm EST. As soon as I found out about it this morning via VIIGO at crackberry.com, I jumped on the download. Available from facebook.com on your mobile or from BlackBerry on your mobile.
Facebook 1.5 has always left something to be desired. For one, status comments had to be viewed seperately. You had to go through mobile browser to comment on your friends statuses too, which honestly… in my NON 3G world… takes too long!
Here is what Facebook and BlackBerry are saying about Facebook 1.6 for BlackBerry:
>>>>NEW! View your friends’ highlights like status updates, photo uploads, comments and wall posts.
>>>>NEW! Check out your friends’ profiles with access to status updates, wall posts, friends and recently added pictures.
>>>>NEW! Open recently added photos, entire albums, or tag photos of friends. You can even comment on pictures!
>>>>Receive instant notifications on your BlackBerry smartphone’s home screen.
>>>>Send/receive message or wall posts, pokes and friend requests.
>>>>Update your status, view and comment on your friends’ status.
>>>>Share photos from your BlackBerry smartphone with tags/comments and post to Facebook with just one click.
>>>>Connect your Facebook friends with your BlackBerry Address Book – including profile picture integration to bring new meaning to caller ID.
>>>>Stay organized with birthday reminders and event integration into
your BlackBerry Calendar.
Now not all of this is new… Users of 1.5, and certainly 1.0 will notice a great update to the GUI. The addition of “highlights” mimics the “Home” screen on web based facebook.com.
Further, pictures are loaded automatically in the “highlights” screen. They load pretty damn quick too!
All in all I am thouroghly satisfied with FaceBook 1.6 for BlackBerry on my Curve 8330. Even in my slow, MidWestern Verizon Network I am much more satisfied with 1.6 than I was with 1.5. This version was NOT a let down at all!
Get out there and get it from your mobile browser at BlackBerry.com
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When www.medicthree.com started, a little over a year ago, it had a different meaning that it does today. Initially, I was Cheating Death: The Daily DOA. This is a plug from one of my medic school instructors “start your day with a doa, doo dah”.
You can still get to this site via www.dailydoa.blogspot.com. I then moved on to www.medicthree.com. I was Medic 3 at my last job. That was me. I responded to every call with my sign. But Medic 3 was not destined to be.
Now, I am medic 16(for the time being) and I couldn’t bring myself to change the blog title again(at that time… I did in fact change it 3 more times!!!) so I kept it. It actually messed me up a few times, as I’ve copied calls as medic 13 and not portable 16… Tends to confuse the dispatchers and my coworkers…
But now Medic Three means something else. It is about me. About who and
what I am now.
I am a Medic.
I am a Father.
I am a Husband.
All of these define me. No one of them does it alone.
I am medic(THREE).
The hardest parts of living this trio are leaving some parts behind and learning to use the combination as a tool. Being a father—albeit new—has already helped me on calls.
Being a medic has helped me at home with the boy. It helps me understand some of the little things about babies. About when they are sick, and when they aren’t. It has also been a detriment. When something is wrong… I know. I understand just how serious things are. When Grandpa was in his last days… I knew. I understand that some things aren’t as simple as we tend to lead others to believe.
Being a husband has taught me millions of things. From compassion and patience, to focus and understanding. My wife has taught me more things than I care to admit!
medic(THREE) is a growing album of who I am. Who I am is ever changing—fluid. Being me couldn’t be any better though. I love my work, though maybe not my place of work. I love my son. Unconditionally. I love my wife. With all of my heart.
Godspeed All… Hope to have some exciting news for you soon!
“If shit doesn’t change around here he is going to lose all of his best medics”
me. “Yup. I hear ya”
Inside my head…. “it is already too late”
Post 300!
Not exactly a memorable, well thought out post either….
Head over to “Fuck You, Penguin.” A blog I found via Tom B. Good Stuff. Seriously, it is completely pointless. But good shit, nonetheless.
“After kangaroos ruined their future and I discovered that wombats are all the same, I didn’t think it could get any worse than a fucking koala. I WAS WRONG, TREE KANGAROO. The fuzzy fur and the weird ears, okay, but what’s with the leafy greens? HAVE SOME FUCKING MANNERS, TREE KANGAROO.
The key with these assholes is to keep your distance, as this guylearned in an all-too-real way. He has yet to stop grinning like that. And the tree kangaroo? It just wanders around the reserve going up to unsuspecting volunteers saying “Hey, you wanna hold me? I’ll change your life.” Well, fuck you, Tree Kangaroo. I’m happy with my wombat. I don’t need your cheap thrills”
Keep Up Keeping up!
Reposted. Stolen. Don’t know where from. Always puts things a little in perspective.
When God Made Paramedics
When God made paramedics, He was into His sixth day of overtime. An angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.” God said, “Have you read the specs on this order?
A Paramedic has to be able to carry an injured person up a wet, grassy hill in the dark, dodge stray bullets to reach a dying child unarmed, enter homes the health inspector wouldn’t touch, and not wrinkle his uniform.”
“He has to be able to lift three times his own weight. Crawl into wrecked cars with barely enough room to move, and console a grieving mother as he is doing CPR on a baby he knows will never breathe again.”
“He has to be in top mental condition at all times, running on no sleep, black coffee and half-eaten meals, and he has to have six pairs of hands.”
The angel shook her head slowly and said, “Six pairs of hands…no way.” “It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” God replied. “It’s the three pairs of eyes a medic has to have.” “That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel.
God nodded. “One pair that sees open sores as he’s drawing blood, always wondering if the patient is HIV positive.” (When he already knows and wishes he’d taken that accounting job) “Another pair here in the side of his head for his partner’s safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, “You’ll be alright ma’am when he knows it isn’t so.”
“Lord,” said the angel, touching His sleeve, “rest and work on this tomorrow.” “I can’t,” God replied. “I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk out from behind a steering wheel without incident and feed a family of five on a private service paycheck.” The angel circled the model of the Paramedic very slowly. “Can it think?” she asked.
“You bet”, God said. “It can tell you the symptoms of 100 illnesses; recite drug calculations in it’s sleep; intubate, defibrillate, medicate, and continue CPR nonstop over terrain that any doctor would fear… and it still keeps it’s sense of humor.”
“This medic also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with a multi-victim trauma, coax a frightened elderly person to unlock their door, comfort a murder victim’s family, and then read in the daily paper how Paramedics were unable to locate a house quickly enough, allowing the person to die. A house that had no street sign, no house numbers, no phone to call back.”
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Paramedic.
“There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model.” “That’s not a leak,” God replied, “It’s a tear.” “What’s the tear for?” asked the angel.
“It’s for bottled up emotions, for patients they’ve tried in vain to save, for commitment to that hope that they will make a difference in a person’s chance to survive, for life.” “You’re a genius!” said the angel.
God looked somber.
“I DIDN’T PUT IT THERE” He said.
–Author unknown
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For 7 months I have tried to reverse what I consider to be my biggest failure of my life. I work hard. I try to improve things. When that doesn’t work, I give up. I know… I’m a type A personality. I’m a leader. A fighter. I strong person. But I can’t fight this fight anymore.
Every day, I wake up—if I even slept that night, and spend an hour dreading work. If I’m on call I fear any chance I have to go in. When I’m ON I get sick. I dread the conversations with coworkers, the tedious tasks, and the shit morale.
I feel as though I’ve failed. I moved my family and implanted us here with no other options… Well… One other option. My initial first choice. The problem is… the THOUGHT of going there could get me fired here. No… It WOULD get me fired.
I’m damn scared. I do NOT want to let my family down. I want need to succeed. I need to prove myself to my family. I need to prove myself to… me. All I want is to be a Paramedic. All I want is to succeed. Yet every move I make ends in failure. My first job was a failure. This is an EPIC failure.
What would you do? I’m signed into a lease for at least a year. Further, I love being here. We are in my hometown, a mile from my parents, an hour from my in-laws, and I feel spoiled. My son certainly is. I know my parents love having a grandchild close. What do I do?
Wish me luck.
Today WILL change forever. Wish me luck. Promise, I’ll give you more details soon… ish….
Got to spend today with the little guy. I was actually pretty nervous because he spent the day yesterday being “difficult”. Today, though… he was a dream! Happy, smiling, and chowing down like there is no tomorrow… Has a few fussy fits every now and then… but he IS a baby!
I love being able to keep him home from daycare 1 or 2 days a week. I’d love to be able to do it more……….
Godspeed All.
