We’ve been having practice night more and more, and I like them so much better than lecture nights. Not that those can’t be funny as shit, it’s just that practice nights are so much more hands on. We run rapid trauma assessments, skills tests and just stand around listening to our adjuncts war stories. I forget to take my breaks on these nights. That’s how it is. …
I feel like this is what I’ve been missing out on working at my day job. Something social and mentally engaging. I’m finally getting a hold on everyone’s name or at least everyone that I talk to. Out instructors told us at the beginning of class that this field is tight. Not so much like a tiger but more like a family of arrogant elitist bastards gettn’ shit done and done right. …. Yeah that’s the sort of family Gin and I will have not so much a representation of the people in this field. Still though, feels great (making Gin proud)
. On a side note, I now understand why when I lived in Columbia my father Lincoln couldn’t go anywhere with out running into someone he knew from when he was a paramedic/firefighter. He’d always stand there talking for 20 minuets and my mother and I would stand there and wonder where the hell he know half the whole damn town from.
Other than that Gin and I are trying to get our head together to decide where and how we are going to live for the next couple of months till we can qualify for a house loan in the right amount. Then we still have to find a house close on it quick and move in before Christmas ideally. I think I’ll have to keep my job at the hospital so I can have at least a 1 year job history at my current place of work… however I don’t’ think that once I’m done with class and licensed as and EMT in Missouri that I’ll stay in the department I am in now. I’ll probably transfer to the emergency department if the part time “emergency medical technician”. If the job is still open.
It’s crazy cause it’s just us and we have hardly any help. Our support system is just s poor as we are and the shit just keeps piling up on us. But here is were I’ll borrow another of Gin’s phrases and say “We ain’t bovered”

