Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Merry Christmas!!

Ok, ok.  I'm a little late in the day to be posting.  It's hard to post anything when you're opening gifts, eating large amounts of momma's home cooking, responding to emergency calls from home, etc, etc, etc.

Anywhooo......

From me and mine to you and yours: 

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

I DID IT!!!!

As of today, I have completed all the requirements to become a fully licensed EMT-IV in the state of Tennessee.

I'm so excited!!!  I can't wait for my actual license to arrive in the mail.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Pre-Test Jitters

And shakes, tremors, nervous tics, etc, etc, etc.....

You name it, I got it.  I'm shakier than a leaf in a wind storm.

I have the State exams for my EMT license in two weeks.  The reality of the impending doom has begun to set in.

I have the knowledge.  I tend to blank out whenever someone puts a test in front of me though.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Job Satisfaction - EMS Style

You wanna know what gives me a warm happy feeling all over?

Walking into a patient's room and having them look up and start smiling because they know you are there to take care of them.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

R.I.P. Josie Kat

It is with deepest sadness I announce the death of our beloved pet.  Josie Kat was a foundling discovered when we moved into our last house.  She was hiding under a storage shed.  We believe she had been abandoned and had been fending for herself for several years (the house was vacant for over three years).  I have no idea of her age.  The vet thought she was around 10-12 years old.

When we moved to our present house, she followed us.  We only moved about 300 yards from the house we had been renting.  My wife and I made her a covered shelter on the porch she could eat and sleep in.  We  placed a box with an old towel in it underneath an old TV stand we didn't use any more.  An old comforter draped over it gave her a sheltered spot away from the wind and cold.

In the two or three years we cared for her, she became endeared to us as much as the inside kitties we have.  We were never able to let her inside due to her skittishness.  We were never able to get her completely vaccinated for the same reasons.  You just couldn't get your hands on her.




Over time, she finally would allow my wife and I to pet her.  It became a daily ritual for her to meet us in the driveway when we got home and would follow us to the house.  Once there, she would wait patiently for us to place her bowl of food out and receive her head skritches.  Toward the end, she would let us hold her on our laps.  She even let the children pick her up and carry her.  I believe she knew her time was ending.

Last night, we found her curled in her bed.  She had passed sometime in the four hours between my wife leaving for work and when I left for my job.  I thought it odd she didn't poke her head out to meow at me but didn't investigate as she often went out early of the morning to hunt mice in our barn.

It's funny how even stray animals can become a part of your family.  It already seems weird for her to not greet me this afternoon when I returned from work.

We'll miss you Josie.  Sleep well.  You've earned your eternal rest.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Why Carry a Firearm?

A non-firearms owning colleague recently asked me why I feel the need to carry a firearm.

Simple enough.

In my area, the average response time of local Law Enforcement is approximately 25 minutes.

The average response time of my preferred 9mm handgun is approx 1400 feet per second.

I can carry my handgun most places I frequent.  I have to call and wait for the arrival of the nearest police officer.

Does that answer the question?

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

New Book in the Works

I'm writing a new book.* 

The working title is:  "Suicide.  Get it Right the First Time!"  After transporting four different patients in three days who attempted and failed,  I've about reached my frustration point.

Remember:  If you are gonna cut your wrists, the rule is "down the street not cross the road," meaning cut lateral down your forearm thereby severing the arteries instead of just cutting across the small veins.  And for Pete's sake, if you're gonna shoot yourself, make sure the barrel is pointed INTO your head and not just angled so the bullet grazes the outside skin.**

* - I'm not really.
** - And PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE don't attempt suicide.  It's an irreversible decision for a temporary problem.  Trust me.  I've been about as low as a person can get in life and I was able to find a way back from the Abyss.  Let us help you, ok?