I've started this blog for several reasons. The first is a trial at some sort of therapy. A way to get my thoughts out in a more creative way than pen to paper. The second is simply boredom. My time at work is mostly long hours of complete time wasting interrupted by moments of sheer terror or stupidity. I started reading blogs several years ago but never thought of doing my own, until I read a book written by a paramedic that was a compilation of stories from his blog. The way he writes his stories is obviously therapeutic and I thought I would give it a try and see how it makes me feel. I became a paramedic three years ago and currently work in a small town on the west coast. We do about 2200 calls a year and they range from severe medical problems to major MVIs to the little old lady that got lonely and needed to talk. In the summer I work for the emergency coordination center as an operations officer where we do everything that isn't 911.
I recently started the P90X program (and it is seriously kicking my ass) and I'm about to start a 30 day cleanse so I'm sure I'll have a lot of complaining to do these next few weeks.
I'm in the office today from 0700-1500 then a race across town to work a night shift on the ambulance. Tomorrow morning The Man and I head to my dad's house up island and enjoy a lovely Easter dinner with my 3 step sisters-their respective husbands and boyfriends and my step mother.
To be honest, I'm exhausted. I want nothing more than to go back to bed and sleep for another 6 hours. But there is no rest for the wicked. The phones are ringing and my coffee is getting cold.
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