A Day in the Life of an Ambulance Driver. Blue Lights and Car Horns. DTsEMT IV Drip Rate Calculator. Posted on August 23, 2014. Now-me arrives with the family, and the first ride I get on is the Drop Tower. Sit in your chair, which raises you to almost 300 feet. During the second or two I fell, I thought, Well, this is fun. But afterwards? I reacted thus to e.

Last week I had my first stroke call. So I got this email today. The college has accepted my application for their Paramedicine course this coming fall.

To My Kids, TMI, Feel Free Not to Read This One. Frankly I thought the warning to my kids was more important. I Think I Fell Down the Rabbit Hole. I have been very sick this past year, the pancreatitis.

Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit. Sunday, April 24, 2005.

This week I had a patient who had that same birthday as my mom. I suspect my mother has aged some. she is a certain age in my mind, no matter how old she becomes. I suspect it is the same phenomenon that makes me appear still as her little boy in her mind. My wife and I also broke d.

Sunday, October 2, 2011. Wednesday, June 8, 2011. In The Midst of Death, Life. Thursday, May 19, 2011. Just up the street from my house is an abandoned cemetery. Greenwood Cemetery was established in 1863, but has graves from a few years before that.

You have a four year degree in anthropology and you drive an ambulance for a living? Monday, October 10, 2005. Had an out-of-the-ordinary experience last night. We had the guy sit down and took his keys while we waited on the police. A state trooper happened to be at the intersection, and he joined us within a few seconds. The driver blew a .

A Step in the Right Direction. Today is a huge milestone for first responders across BC. When I first started developing symptoms of PTSD, it was all very confusing. The main emotion that came up for me was sadness.

All views, opinions, and statements are my own and do not reflect the views of my employer, my coworkers, or any other person. Identifying information has been altered, obfuscated, or just plain made up. Wednesday, May 20, 2015. He is half a dozen years older than me, sitting in a hospital bed, awake and alert, perhaps a little worried, but not acutely unwell. His heart is choking, dying. Unfortunately, the cath lab is busy. A complex case on the table that cannot be interrupted.