I faced your fears; I felt your pain

In the interest of nothing, I update.

2005-08-20T19:19:25Z

It's not that I don't like updating really, it's more along the lines of me never having anything to talk about or anything. I would consider that a good thing, seeing that nothing ever bad has happened from leading a normal, non-interesting life.

Unless you're a zombie. But then it's neither boring nor non-interesting. If you're a human observing the zombies. But that's now getting off track and going down some side alley that hasn't been travelled since street lights were first used.

On the other hand I do check in every now and then to see how my two favourite girls are doing.

Resource List

2005-07-22T22:47:14Z

As with most people, there are various places in which I gather textures, bases, and what-have-you from so I figured it was about time I finally put them all in one spot and credited them so it was easy to find.

So here we go, in no particular order.
wednesday_icons
vodkaandirony
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photoshopextras
teh_indy

The lidocaine's in the drug box, okay?

2005-07-17T20:48:51Z

Matt and I were great partners. We had a system down and it worked quite well. We got our daily station duties completed, checked in the rigs with expertise, and pretty much ran the supplies. When we ran calls, we could wordlessly assess and treat the patient without stepping on one another's toes. It was a great system. If he was going for the monitor, I'd go for the IV. If I grabbed the monitor first, he'd start the IV. And we took our turns driving the ambulance and cooking. But Matt also worked in Mantino for the ambulance there and his shift there was right after ours. Not to mention the shift before him was idiots. They told him they'd stay an hour longer so he could get ready after his shift with me and then go in but they usually didn't. So it came down to the fact that he needed to switch shifts.

Which I understood. I'd be staying on black shift and he was going to go to gold and Brian was going to come to black with me. All good and fine, right? Of course not. Connie decided she wanted to swap to either red or black, which was fine as I wouldn't have minded working with her. She's a paramedic and quite knowledgeable, actually.

Of course, there's always someone who throws a wrench into the workings and kinks everything up for a bit before it's ultimately figured out. Brian stayed on gold shift and is now working with Matt. Connie went to red, and Christian came over to black. He said it was because his father also works black and he wanted to be on the same schedule so that family get-togethers would be easier, but he then also told me because he missed working with me.

It was different at first, but we made up our differences and he got his priorities straightened out. We work well together as partners, even if I have to cook all the time. The only thing I swear he knows how to make is macaroni and cheese. I'll broaden his horizons yet, just as I had started to do once before.

Some days are quiet, I'll give it that. And other days, wow. It just never stops. I wish it was more of a constant thing instead of hit or miss. I would be quite happy with an average of 3 calls a shift.

As for the fire side of things, we've had two house fires. One of them was actually caught early and we were able to save it, the other was a total bust. We also had a grain silo catch on fire and that was a hell of a thing to work on.

And now for my next trick...

2005-06-26T21:01:11Z

I honestly don't really know where I've been. It's just been work, work, overtime, work, work and let's throw in a little more overtime over here. I honestly think that they have my number on speed dial when it comes to having a transfer and not having anyone on the board. On the other hand it's always guaranteed to be at least one hour of overtime for me so I can't really complain. The paychecks have been great but I honestly don't even know where all the money's going. I was (finally) balancing my checkbook the other day and realized I spend far too much on either something I don't need or other people. I've paid at least four bills for my parents and then there's my sister who's on summer break. I keep buying things for her.

Work's been great. I've been out playing at the National Guard Training Center more than a few times already. They're doing ROTC groups right now and for some reason or another, the poor kids have been dropping like flies. On the other hand, it's great practice for heat related problems and for Nik to do his best impression of a drill sergeant or something since they respond quite well if you give them orders.

We've had our fair share of field fires latrely of course. But it's definately the season for them. Especially since it's been dry as of late and we really do need the rain. There's also been the occasional house fire and sparking transformer as well as the occasional motor vehicle accident. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. Which I can't really complain about.

I should start my own zombie movie.

2005-06-03T22:32:23Z

With the way I keep randomly disappearing and reappearing, maybe something sci-fi might better suit me than a zombie flick. On the other hand, I am sort of like a zombie. I'm undead. I think.

But I was sort of in the mood earlier for a long-winded update but somewhere along the line, I seem to have ran out of steam.

Maybe sometime later.

Even after watching all these zombie movies, I'm still no expert.

2005-04-15T21:27:27Z

Oh, my. Where to begin. I'm not even sure. Anyway, the ambulance service I'm on went paid, so now I have an official job. And I get paid to sleep. Meaning, yes. We're doing kelly shifts. Meaning, yes. I work 24 hours straight, then have 48 hours off. It's actually not that bad at all.

I took an AMLS (Advanced Medical Life Support) class. In all honestly, I would never have really took it unless Lauren brought it to my attention. She was signed up for it and wanted me to take it with her so she'd know someone there. So, I did. And it was a great two-day class, actually. And oh, my. I'm such a bad person. On our lunch break the first day, Lauren and I drove around looking for someplace to eat (since it was held near Chicago, on one of the smaller suburbs). Well, we see one of Frankfort's fire trucks parked by the Subway and she wants to stop to see if one of her friends is working. So, we stop. We walk in and this cute young firefighter named Greg is standing by the door because he wasn't in line. Anyway, he lets Lauren know that her friend Mike isn't working that day and we talk with him for a bit before Lauren gets in line to mark out spot because some other people were walking in.

Needless to say, Nik's now got the phone number of a cute firefighter named Greg.

Hailey is still got this thing for Christian and by now, she's convinced him to go to the movies a few times with her. I'm to the point where I don't give a damn any more. I think he may be starting to like her, even though I consider her a dumb, useless person. (And that's not me being bitter or anything. That comes from the few calls I've ran with her where she's been completely unhelpful and in the way. Not to mention she sometimes treats 99.9% of the patients like children and I've been hit by a psych patient because of her. Yes. We had an aggitated psych patient that I had managed to calm down and then she climbs into the back and starts patting this poor old guy's cheek telling him it's all right and other shit, all while I'm trying to start the IV. Next thing I know, the guy jerks his arm and nails me. Oh. I was not a happy camper.)

'Tis the season to begin field fires. It's getting warmer and the farmers are starting to burn. We've already been called out two three of them. We almost lost our brush truck, too. We were mutual aiding another area fire department for a large field fire and we were out there, doing our job. We were doing a pretty good job of pushing the line back when all of the sudden the wind switched directions and pushed the fire back around us, rekindling the area behind us that we had put out. It wasn't a fun time. But, hell. We got out of it, truck intact.

Look over there! It's a waterspout! Over land! During a snowstorm!

2005-03-01T23:55:08Z

So. I took a weather spotter class yesterday because the police department wanted some of us ambulance/fire people to take the class. It was informational and I certainly learned something. On the other hand, I also learned that Mike and I should not be allowed to walk in the door with one another, proceed to sit next to one another, then walk out at the same time. Why? Because we snark easily at stupid questions asked by others and we mock stupid comments from the other people, too. Ontop of that, when we got it was dark. And snowing. And he immediately points to the sky and goes 'look at that cloud formation. I think I see the anvil.' And I immediately respond with 'and over there's the wall cloud!' Poor Matt about fell down the snow-slick stairs at out little display of skills.

Mike and I already signed up to go to a trendy drug usage class later in the month that's being put on by someone in the state police. It'll be a fun, informational little program and definately help us realize what's out there in use. And with Mike being a former policeman, himself (who now works security for a university), we're going to have lots of fun.

I also learned that Micky's a lot stronger than she looks. She was laying on the futon trying to take a nap when the phone rang, so she got up to answer it. I slide over from the recliner I was in and steal the futon from her, using her pillow and all. So we joke around when she gets back and I tell her there's no way in hell she's getting it back since I had gotten comfortable laying there. Next thing I know, she's pulling out the futon and putting it into it's bed position with me on it, and crawling right over me and settling in behind me. I offered to share the pillow with her or even let her have it, but she said I could have it.

But then again, Micky's an awesome girl like that. She and I get along just great.

I also think the microwave's on the fritz. The light doesn't work and it doesn't ding when it's done any more. In fact, it makes absoluletly no sounds when I press the keys, either. Whatever's wrong with it, I didn't do it.

I'm going to hell, I just know it.

2005-02-21T21:33:15Z

Matt and I end up running a 911 call alone, which is all fine and dandy. It's just a little older lady from the nursing home, who wants to go to Morris, which isn't our main transport hospital. So we contact our base hospital and they grant us permission. Everything goes fine. We drop her all and get ready to leave... and the other ambulance service that Matt works for is there. They had been. They brought in a patient earlier, and were standing around talking to the nurses. And Matt knew the crew. So, he didn't even have to ask. I knew that look on his face. We put vaseline on their steering wheel and turned their lights and sirens on, then left.

I swear, if people knew what EMTs did to one another and while not running a call, they'd never call us. Ever. But, hey. It's all in good fun and games.

Anyway. Moving on. We had the greatest fire call. Ever. In a childish, snickering male sort of manner. It was during the day, so only three of us showed up. The Chief called the station from work, and I answered of course. He wanted to know how many of us were there. I told him three, and none of us were an officer. So, he told me to take charge of the call until he could break free from work (they let him leave for fire calls from work), so we do. The call had been for a semi on fire. We figure fine, we can handle that. So we leave in the engine. We get there... and find out the fire is in the back of the semi trailer... and it's filled with 10,000 or so boxes of napkins. Oh, no. Not just any napkins, though. Sanitary napkins. Oooh. We had a good laugh about that later.

But that's about it, really. Nothing other new and/or exciting. Other than the fact I never learn. Honestly. Liz and I were discussing SG: A the other day, and somehow we got talking about Sheppard and McKay. Which was all fine... until somehow the conversation degraded into slashiness. It was because of this conversation that I made a picture for her, which I'll share.

Happy Valentine's Day.

2005-02-15T04:11:21Z

For the two special ladies on my f-list, happy valentine's day.

I hope you had a wonderful day.

I've also got it with a white background, if you want. I just posted with black, seeing it matches my journal. White is: here.

Somewhere along the way, I'm sure I'll see the irony in this.

2005-02-08T07:22:47Z

You scored as Janet Fraiser.

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Somehow, it still doesn't surprise me.

2005-01-28T08:28:09Z

It really doesn't surprise me much. I post a very small handful of stories on ff.net, and I don't expect reviews at all. The whole purpose of me even creating a profile there in the first place had been to critique other people's stories, which was fun while it lasted. Anyway, what do I find when I check my email the other day? A review for one of my stories. I'm still musing over the fact that the particular story even got a review in the first place. Hah. It's always amusing to find fun little things like that.

Where in the hell did all that time go?

2005-01-22T06:15:56Z

Holy crap. It's late Friday night/early Saturday morning all ready? I've been out of it all week, I swear. And it hasn't been pretty. Friday was the cumulation of a week of being sick and having to come work long hours, anyway, because nobody else wanted to come and play. I was tired, snarky, and quite pretentious. And earned the nickname of "L.T." and "Sir." I'm not kidding. We had an ambulance call today and normally I'm laid back enough to let the Basic sort of just hang around and do things but today I barked out orders like I was a drill sergeant. But, on the other hand, my Basic didn't seem to mind. In fact, he said it was rather orderly and effective and that I managed to pull that style of order giving off quite well where others fail miserably.

On top of that, I gave myself a papercut right under my fingernail. That was a stupid move. I was flipping through a magazine and next thing I know I'm bleeding and my finger hurts something awful right under the nail. Stupid magazine.

More members of the National Guard base in our area came back, so we met them on the exit ramp of the interstate and escorted them through town and to the gates of the Guard compound. We did that Tuesday, too, when a few other battalions had came in.

I don't think I'm even coherent enough right now to even realize what I'm doing. I should, probably, just go to bed.

Something, something, and a little more of something.

2005-01-18T05:28:44Z

I don't think I've said it often enough, but you two on my friends' list rock. It's been a real pleasure to have met you and I think, because of it, my life's just that much more better. Both of you are the greatest.

Love you.

arcane_reality @ 2005-01-09T12:56:00

2005-01-09T19:46:07Z

Sometimes, I really do hate ice. And people who don't bother to put any de-icer or whatever down on their stairs and then decide to call 911. Let's just say that they were lucky that we had a three man crew. After I made fun of Christian for falling the moment he stepped out of the rig, I had the wonderous job of carrying the cot with the patient on it down the slick, icy stairs. Needless to say my feet slipped right off the stairs and as I fell, the other guy on our crew caught the cot. It's embarrassing when the crew calls for another ambulance to come pick you up. They claim I blacked out for a few seconds, but I don't remember anything. Needless to say I didn't go to the hospital and finished off the call. Somewhere in the process of falling, I managed to twist my ankle. Which isn't really new. I've sprained the stupid thing so many times hiking that I refuse to go to the hospital and take care of it myself.

Since it's snowed pretty decently, I've been spending my time snowmobile-ing. It's great fun. A few of us guys on the department will get together and pick a place to go riding at. It's great fun.

Mack was on call Wednesday night after work, but it had been snowing a lot that day and into the night, and I knew she probably would have never made it from the nursing home she worked at to the station. The road condition was really bad. So, I drove over there and talked to her. I left my truck for her and took her car back to the station and just stayed over. She thanked me the next day since she said that she didn't think she could have made it in her car and felt a hell of a lot safer in my truck.

A few months ago, Mack had convinced her friend Hailey to get her basic license and come join the ambulance service and run calls with her. Hailey hadn't been coming around much until December or so and it's sometimes more annoying that not, since when Mack's not on, she likes to run with Christian. It's no secret she has this huge crush on him and she's always hanging on him and being all... flirty and girly, always asking for his opinion on everything and what-not. Hell, she'll even ignore Mack when Christian's around and it's getting on Mack's nerves enough that she's now finding other people on the service that she's never talked to really before to make friends with them to get back at Hailey. It's blatently obvious she wants him.

As much as I hate to admit it, neopets can be rather addictive. My sister had two neopets accounts, so I casually borrowed one of them to see what it was all about and now I mess around with it when I have some free time.

And speaking of hijacking things, I also hijacked one of Mack's scarves. It's a crocheted one. I fully admit it. I like it. She was wearing it Thursday when Rob, Hailey, Christian, Angel, and I went out for dinner. After a few drinks, she put it around my neck and told me I looked cute wearing it. Needless to say, I went home wearing it. She called me the next day and told me I could keep it if I wanted, since she claims that it looked cuter on me than it did on her.

Maybe I should have charged the potato square.

2004-12-28T00:54:13Z

I think my addiction is now beginning to border more on the realms of obsession. I fill my time with watching CSI. Seven days a week. And now that my sister got the DVD set of seasons one and three... we all can see where this is going.

So. I've been ducking and avoiding most things lately, as my hatred towards the holidays usually turns hostile. It's always the same thing, every single year. In the end, after yelling at my mother on Christmas Eve, I grabbed some DVDS a change of clothes, and went down to the station, where I stayed. On the other hand, Christian found out I was there when he called down to find out if the board was covered and invited me to come over after my shift was done at 1800. So, I did. I suppose I should probably feel bad about bailing like that and yelling, but I don't. It's always the same and nobody really seems to learn.

I was going to update with other stuff, but I forgot what it was. Which probably means that it was more of nothing.

Somewhere along the line, I think it evolved.

2004-12-07T06:45:58Z

It only gets worse, I swear. I don't know if I can live up to this high standard everyone seemingly holds me to. What makes matters worse is that I'm not even sure I know how I got there. While usually it's Christian and I working the day shift, it's sometimes me and someone else. But regardless of who I'm with, we're always referred to as the 'A-Team.' Nobody else. Which is our slang for the best people for the job. It gets worse. "Don't worry. Nik's on so we're definately good," and "Hey! Nik's here! Everyone can rest easy now" are commonly heard phrases when I'm around. I have no idea how people got this ungodly idea about me. I'm supposed to be the smart one, the one that can do no wrong.

And to top it all off? I took a transfer Friday to Champaign. It was an eleven year old kid, so the guy driving asks him what his favourite subjects in school was while I was getting the information from the nurse. I come back and no sooner than I do I hear the driver saying "I did good in school. I liked math and science mostly. But Nik here, he's smart and probably did well in all his subjects." Maybe I should be flattered everyone thinks I'm some brainiac that can do no wrong. I just don't know.

On the other hand, no matter what they tell you in Intermediate class, show you, or no matter how easy they make it sound, two people in the back during a cardiac arrest is not nearly enough. Even if both people are licensed Intermediates. It happened to Christian and I. We originally had four people on the crew, but another call went out while we were enroute to the first one. The first one came in only as chest pain, so we figured we could handle it and dropped off our Basic so he could go on the other call. Bad mistake. No sooner than we do that and continue on enroute, our dispatcher comes across and informs us that CPR is in progress. Shit. Ultimately we shocked the guy twice in the house and once in the ambulance, but to no avail. While I had control of the airway and was trying to get him intubated, Christian was trying to get an IV in... and neither of us was successful. The guy was absolutely huge, though. So that made it that much harder. In the end, the doctor told us that we did the very best we could do. The guy had had a massive heart attack and was dead before he hit the floor.

Moving on.

I hate this season, I really do. It was just the tip of the iceberg when I was talking to my oh-so-wonderful mother the other day. She was thinking about going to best buy. And I ask her why. I figured it was to try and price mp3 players, because I had originally told her I wanted one from best buy in passing, but wouldn't tell her the model I wanted or the price of it. Her response? She wanted to price playstation 2's because both my youngest sister and my brother wanted one and she's seriously going to get it for them. I about hit the roof. Why? Because that's exactly the only goddamn thing I asked for, for both my birthday and for christmas. Did I get it on either? You guessed it. No. I'm such a petty, bitter, disillusioned person right now, though. 'Tis the season.

I had a chance to go to the service's annual Christmas party and had even turned in my rsvp saying I would be going, but I ultimately skipped out on it. Originally I had promised Christian I'd be there because he wanted me to do karaoke with him, but the whole party thing just sort of lost it's appeal to me. He was mad at first, but then skipped out and called me to go do something else. I felt bad because I figured it was my fault that he wasn't there having fun, but it all worked out in the end, I guess, seeing he'd probably ended up having been my ride home as I probably would have ended up somewhat drunk. Yet, I still sometimes feel bad since he's only nineteen to begin with.

Enough about that. Lastly, I'm looking into another college. I figured I'd just pick myself up and move on down the line. I need to get ahold of them and see how their program works and how much my intermediate schooling would count for. I figure I'll do that before the week's out.

I hate myself. Really, I do.

2004-11-30T23:09:54Z

Only I can manage to blow a test the second time around by more than I missed it the first time around. Needless to say, I didn't pass my entrance exam. I missed more this time around than I did when I first took it. I think I was overcompensating/overcorrecting.

So needless to say, I'm going to go find somewhere to be upset at myself at.

Dead and buried.

2004-11-24T23:23:04Z

Am I dead? Yeah. Far dead. So. I can't even remember the last time I updated. Have I been busy? Sort of. Well, I managed to fail my paramedic entrance exam by one question. How did I do that? I got hypertonic and hypotonic solutions mixed up in my head. Like I always do. Though, I have to admit, I was a bit disappointed at the exam. It wanted things like that about solutions and what not, instead of more practical-based questions which involved critical thinking. On the other hand, I retest on the 29th. And this time, I have a better idea on what's in store for me.

What else have I learned... well, I've learned never to be sarcastic around Christian. He was talking about this one nurse who likes him and he was thinking about asking her out on a date. And what do I do? I tell him "Oh, I see how it is. I want to sit around in front of the television and watch a movie cuddling, and you want to go out with some female nurse." Of course, I was pretending to be all hurt by his decision. omg. What does he do? He doesn't go through with his plans and drags me back to his house, apologizing profusely about upsetting me. But, I won't give any other further details on that little moment of ours.

Other than that... people are stupid. And I thought for sure Christian was going to kill us all today. It's the first snowfall of the year and the idiots are out in throngs. Anyway, we get a call for an automobile accident on the interstate, and the only way out of town to the interstate is up a somewhat steep hill. And what happens while we're going up the hill? Christian starts to fishtail the ambulance. Happened a few other times, too. Though, we don't blame him. There was no snowplows out at the time or anything else.

But, enough of my rambling.

Just dump my body in a shallow grave.

2004-11-16T03:27:23Z

It's certainly been one of those days/weeks/months/years. Today? Two fire calls. Virtually back to back. And they were both structure fires. The first one was a warehouse that we finally just let burn to the ground because it was far too far gone for us to really do anything. The second one was a house fire that was electrical in nature and started in a crawl space in the basement. We saved that house, at least. Needless to say, it's been a very tiring day.

Christian bought me food, which was awfully nice of him. But that's completely unrelated and I'm not saying anything else.

And I got subpoenaed to appear in court to testify in reference to the shooting that I was one of the EMTs on. The fun just never ends.

Oh. And tomorrow is when I take my entrance exam test for paramedic school. Here's to hoping I pass. Wish me luck.

There's no pulse here. Move along.

2004-11-10T04:08:32Z

So. We've switched to twelve hour shifts and I finished up my BTLS class. So now I'm certified in the area of basic trauma life support. Woo. Go me. And I still need to sign up to take my entrance exam. And the end of the year is rapidly creeping up on me. And I'm rambling. Horribly.

But other than that, nothing is really new. Though, I come bearing pictures.
The evil house cat - http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/taintedideals/mothintub.jpg
The puppy - http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/taintedideals/LordYu.jpg

All the way, baby.

2004-10-22T04:25:07Z

When all is said and done... the Cardinals are going to win the World Series.

And yes. I'm a Cardinals fan. Born and bred.

(And I think this wins as my shortest entry, ever. Go me.)

It's official: We're all insane.

2004-10-20T15:24:00Z

Well. It's been another of those weeks or two. I swear, they've got my number on speed dial. It's gotta be the only explanation. Either that, or it's "Hey! Let's wake Nik up at night!" month. Oye. It's getting to be insane again. But I'm not really surprised. I swear. I'm pretty much used to it by now. Again.

On the other hand, Christian and I have been having far too much fun on transfers. Like last week, for example. We took a patient from one of the nursing homes to a doctor's office, then drove around a bit to waste some time. Well. We see Kurtz ambulance from Morris in town... so Christian keyed up Matt, who works there, and asked what they were doing. Matt said that they were dropping someone off, and told us to follow them. So we did. Not only that, but we made it seem like we weren't. Then, we turned one block sooner than they did and I quickly got out and opened the back doors of the ambulance and got back in. We then met back up with them and looked completely lost. Pulling up beside them, we asked, "Hey! Have you seen our cot? We somehow managed to lose it." The poor people didn't know what to say. They seriously thought we did.

Of course, then later on, we moved their ambulance from the nursing home parking lot to a block down the street. We're so immature sometimes.

But, other than that, been running either transfers or responding to accident scenes. Eesh. Accidents seem to be becoming popular again. Had three on the interstate within the last two, three weeks. There is, of course, the one false alarm fire call, too. Turns out it was just the smoke from whatever it was the lady was cooking that set off her smoke alarm. Yeah. She panicked and called 911. Ah, well.

Yeah, it's one of those things.

2004-10-12T13:35:37Z

Christian had the transfer phone all day yesterday and has it for part of today as well. I told him I'd do transfers last night, should any come in. Today at the station, he tells me he tried calling me twice and that I never answered. So I asked him if he was dialing the right number... he looks at me with all seriousness and goes "oh, fuck. No." Turns out he had dialed his home number.

Still don't have my laptop back from the computer place. They're waiting for me to find the disks that came with the thing so they can reinstall the old os. They somehow fucked it up when trying to install xp or something. They didn't quite say. They were sort of vague about it. Needless to say, I'm not a very happy camper. Especially since that laptop's over four years old. I don't even know if I can find the disks, among other things.

And I'm going to play that icon game. Really. But there's no need to respond, since you're going to get one, anyway. It'll probably just be three weeks down the road, unless I motivate myself and get in gear. Maybe I'll put it on my to-do list for when I get home from work today.

Meeting nights are always the best.

2004-10-08T03:09:57Z

They really are. We were standing there outside the building, watching the kids play in the park across the street. All find and dandy... until two girls go walking by. Mike, who's 17 glances at Christian, Angel, Mike, and I and sort of snickers, as we all agree they can't be any older than 16 and nobody in their right mind would want to wear outfits like they had on. Mike, bless his heart, goes "Typical street workers here?" He's from out-of-town, but he already knows enough to fit right in with the rest of us. We die laughing. Then the cop walks by and goes to us, "They're legal, you know." So then he joins us and we all have a good laugh.

A little bit later, this one kid jogs by, holding his pants up. Christian and I look at one another and start laughing. Then Angel, being his normal, sarcastic self yells after the kid, "Hey! If you need a belt, I've got one you can borrow!" Of course, I can't resist, so I add in "We've also got twine and extention cords, should you not like the more traditional styling!"

Anyway, I took a three hour nap. Christian gave me his house keys and told me to go home, since he only lives not even ten minutes from the station. I live roughly half an hour away. So I drive to his house and walk in... his mom's in the living room, watching tv. She didn't mind. I even said, "Hi Mom." And got a hug and a sandwich out of it. Can't beat that.

By the numbers. And other things.

2004-10-07T13:53:23Z

My job, by the numbers.

Number of times...
-I've nailed an iv while the ambulance was moving: 3
-Christian's locked the keys in the ambulance while on a transfer with me: 3
-We've had to break into our own ambulance: 4
-I've banged my head on the damn ceiling rail: too many to count
-I've injured myself: 3
-the ambulance broke down on a transfer: 1
-I've been accused of being a cowboy: 1
~Army medic: 2
~Navy personnel: 1
~cop: 1
-I've been asked if my female partner and I were dating: numerous
-I've been asked if the older man I've been partners with was my father: numerous
-coffee has been combined with hot chocolate by me: all the time
-Christian's footed the bill for lunch/dinner/snacks/whatever on transfers: 8
~I've paid: 5
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Hah. And that's probably not even half the things I could ask. But it's all in good fun. Been doing lots of transfers again. For some reason or another, I think I'm the default person for the long ones. I don't know why. I usually avoid the phone like the plague when I'm home, or I ask people to lie and say I'm not home because I need some me time. They've got me working 0600-1200, usually now. Though, most of the time, it's more like 0600-whenever the hell I finally get out of the building. Take Tuesday, for example. It was 0600-2200, when all was said and done. Ugh. But that's what I get for covering the early shift for someone once. People assume that I'm always available.

Anyway, I finally sent out my application for paramedic school. Now I just have to find time to stop by the high school and have them send a copy of my transcript. I already mailed the college with the request. So. Then it's just waiting to hear if I'm accepted or not.

And Mo... heh. I lied in my earlier comment. I finally remembered my ff.net login.