notokinthehead











{January 29, 2014}   He Owns Me
image

I wonder what would happen if my pager went off right now??? Haha.

Harley’s second day home and he owns me. Or at least he thinks he does. I’ve found him to be very possessive of me, he doesn’t want anyone coming near me and it’s all I can do to hold him back so someone can enter my house. I got me a real guard dog!
He slept in my bed with me last night and I learned that he is a big bed hog. He pushes me to the edge of the bed, lays across the bed and partially on top of me. He’s such a sweet boy. All he wants is to be with me or on me at all times.
Yep, he definitely owns me!



{November 12, 2013}   Coping Skills

mvaThe tones went out for this motor vehicle accident at 17:57 this evening. Two of the occupants were flown to a major hospital by helicopter from the scene and it will be a miracle if either of them survive.

In Fire and EMS we tend to joke about these horrific calls as a way to cope with the horror we are faced with. It seems morbid, or even disturbing, to people who do not deal with these scenes. But for us it’s the only way we know. So… Don’t Drink and drive, or I get to see you naked!

Think people! And stay safe!



{November 1, 2013}   Don’t Drink and Drive

image

It’s simply not worth it. This was my wake up call at 01:30 this morning. Miraculously the single occupant wasn’t seriously injured and there were no children in the child seats that were ejected from the vehicle.
Stay safe everyone!



{August 29, 2013}   In Action

In Action.

 

From my other blog- a small glimpse into my “happy” place, my work and what I live for.



{August 2, 2013}   I Still See Myself as a Girl

image

I don’t think I’ll ever grow up.



{July 26, 2013}   I Work for a Higher Power

And I don’t mean someone with a fancy job title who makes more money than I do.

Here’s how my day has gone, so far:
04:00am- small fire in a machine shop. Piece of cake.

04:40am- 62 year old male, heart attack. With some Aspirin and some Nitroglycerin we were able to stop it, temporarily, and get him to the hospital.

10:30am- 84 year old female with severe stomach pain and possibly bloody stools. Package and transport.

13:00pm- 76 year old male fell, definite broken hip/pelvis. We gave him pain meds before we moved him and transported him.

18:00pm- requested by State Police to respond and check on a 43 year old male who had been assaulted. Upon arrival we fund out that his 20 year old son used his face for a punching bag, and he was positive he didn’t have any facial fractures because he’d fractured almost every bone in his face when he was younger and a “brawler”. We did not transport him. Good thing because any technician sitting in the back of the ambulance with him would have gotten drunk off his breath.

Five calls in one day is a lot for my department. Sometimes we can go a week without a single call. I’m a volunteer firefighter/EMT. That’s why I say I work for a Higher Power. I do it because it’s a calling to help people, not for the puny paycheck. Even if I didn’t get paid a penny for going on these calls I would still do it. I’ve never done anything more rewarding than holding an elderly patients hand while he writhed in pain, or holding a Mother while she cries because her daughter just completed suicide. You can’t put an hourly rate on this job. It has to be in your heart. And you have to have a strong heart to do the job without becoming damaged yourself.



{June 25, 2013}   Stick It

I’ve been dealing with some harassment as of late at the Fire Department. I am the only female on the department and there are two men in particular who have an issue with a female being on the department. So far their bullshit has only served to make me work harder and better myself as a firefighter/EMT. So when I came across this picture via Google I instantly lost it. I want to have this put on tee shirts and give them to these two guys. That or just wear it myself every day to piss them off.

I sure as hell can!

I sure as hell can!



Yep, summer has officially begun.

Car accidents, boating accidents and houses struck by lightning sums up my busy day.

I’m on the third floor and it’s eighty-six degrees in my bedroom. HOT! I’ve got an air cooler that you put water in and it’s supposed to be kind of like an A/C unit. Well, it doesn’t seem to be doing anything, so I ran down to the Fire Station where we have an awesome ice machine and got a bucket of ice. I dumped a bunch of ice in the water intake and then set a bowl of it behind the unit, where the air intake is. I’m hoping it helps cool it down a little. It’s much too hot and humid to sleep.

Hopefully tomorrow is a bit quieter. I have a muscle knot in my neck that is actually visible to the naked eye, it’s so big, and I’m hoping to get it taken care of tomorrow before this headache completely consumes me.

Before the storms rolled in today.

Before the storms rolled in today.



{June 21, 2013}   Stuck In A Poem

I’ve been writing this poem and I know where I want it to go, but the journey between the beginning and the end seems to be eluding me. Here’s what I have so far, hopefully the rest will fall into place soon, before it drives me bat-shit crazy (it’s about life in EMS):

We see so
much that we
don’t want to
see, we joke
about it to
keep from going
crazy. Like a
soldier we’re not
allowed to lose
our composure, but
when the lights
go out, we
feel just like
everybody else. We
cry tears for
those we couldn’t
help, we cry
for those we
do help, sometimes
we cry because
we know the
fragility of life.

We get covered
in blood and
lots of other
stuff, don’t think
it doesn’t phase
us.

 



{June 20, 2013}   Faith

Today has been a test for me. My doctor diagnosed me with A.D.D. and then I went off to work. Right off the bat we had two calls: a medical alarm activation, which turned out to be a fluke since there was no one home and as we cleared that call dispatch sent us to another. Echo-level cardiac arrest, hanging victim. She was a mere twenty-two years old. Her mother was, understandably, very upset. That call left me feeling empty and grateful at the same time.

It’ll be a little while, a week or two, before I will get the gruesome, heartbreaking image out of my head. What I’ve come to fully understand is this: there are some things that we will never be able to understand. That’s where Faith plays a roll.



et cetera