I’m home with the boy and the wife today. Life is good. I love the new job and after the meeting with the medical director yesterday, I am cleared to start the FTO process.
This week I:
Delivered a baby
RSI’d a gonzo’d motorcycle driver
had Two cardiac arrests
coded a 9 day old baby
Provided lift assist to a 300 lb naked man in his shower. Ew.
made it home to see my family
Some good calls. Some bad calls. But, best of all… I’m running calls.
Godspeed, friends!
Life has been very busy/stressful/challenging lately. I have been having a hell of a time with my current job and have been looking for my way out. My boss doesn’t seem to think that 2×24 hr shifts + 3×24 hr call shifts is “working us too much”. Funny how 3 months ago he stopped working real shifts altogether since it was destroying his family life.
My family is supposed to magically survive though.
Don’t think so dude. No job will ever be worth sacrificing my family. My wife, son, and even my dogs are more important than a paycheck could ever be. The stress this job has put on my family for the last 3 months is incredible.
I’m realistic. I know that having a 4 month old son is hard. I know that the stresses a new baby can put on a relationship are rather intense. But they are nothing compared to what this job does.
I hope to have magical results for you all in 48 hours.
Godspeed, friends.
your assessment is going to be spectacular when….
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!
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.
Back on for a 24 this am… Had a great night with the wife and friends last night at Ribfest. The little guy stayed with the in-laws for the first time last night… More nervewrecking than when he stays with my parents… Something bout him not being IN town, but 45 miles away…
Miss ya buddy… Can’t wait to see you guys!
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When I first thought about getting into EMS I didn’t really know anyone in the field. I originally took the EMT-B course in 2003 during my freshman year of college. I didn’t try very hard, and ended up not bothering to take the NREMT exam. I spent some time working various political campaigns, moved a few thousand miles, and never looked back…
Until I did.
I looked back. Over, and over, and over. I couldn’t stop. Something about EMS just caught my eye. Not really “glory”. Because honestly, there isn’t much. EMT instructors are notorious for being negative. They always make everything seem sooooo bad. Something about people in this field leads to trying to make this career seem like it is the worst thing ever.
Honestly, while this career can be challenging–it ain’t that bad.
But what they DON’T tell you is just how boring it can be. How challenging your partners can be. How frustrating patients can be. How heartbreaking the “easy” calls can be. How hard it can be on your family. How much it changes you. Sure–people try. The old, rusty, haggard medic always tries to tell you these things… but there is no way to really figure it out until you are out here, on your own.
When new EMTs walk through our door and want the “truth” all I say is…. “hop in and see. Your perception of my world is going to be completely different that what I tell you. Jump in the seat and see how it feels. You’ll know after one or two calls whether you want this or not. But you HAVE to WANT it to keep going. When you stop wanting it–get the fuck out”.
So… To my readers–When you don’t want it anymore–move on. Shit happens, life goes on, and there are lots of different ways to make a buck–most of them easier.
Godspeed, all. Missed ya!
So, It has been rather apparent that I can’t make my mind up. At all.
In the past 6 months I have:
Anyways… I assure you that by the end of the night there will be an ACTUAL POST HERE…
So… Let me know how things are going! What do you think?!?!?
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