I have people. A family… People who I’ve been through hell and back with…
(Thank you Lifestar)
People who have taught me the basics… Everything from how to back an ambulance into a parking spot to how to make a proper towel roll to how to not freak out when your patient is blue.
(Thank you, Pseudo Dad)
People who seem to have the same black cloud that I have. Damn that black cloud. Why, Superstar Partner, will they *not* allow us to work together anymore?
(Thank you, Superstar Partner)
People who keep me grounded. People who remind me that despite my insecurities, I really do know what I’m doing and most of the time I rock my job. I might not be doing emergency runs all day long, but I do make a difference to the people I encounter.
(Thank you, Cowboy Partner)
People who never fail to make me want to laugh and simultaneously strangle the hell out of them.
(Thank you, Sleepy Partner)
People who have ALWAYS had my back. Through all of the BS. Through all of the drama. The people who always know what music you need to hear. The people who rub your shoulders when you’ve had that particularly bad day. The people who won’t pull punches. The people who amaze you. Constantly. Those people who are more than just your people. Those people who truly are your friends.
(Thank you, McHottie)
I am surrounded by amazing people. Both live and in person and those that I know solely through their written words. Just when a girl thinks she has zero support system, her people rally. Her people get her through the impossible.
(Thank you Lisa and Bernice, thank you Medic Matthew, thank you Ninja Medic, Thank you Kyle and Matty, and Corey and Ben and Pat.)
So, why is this girl so grateful? Check this out:
That’s me. I’m holding the syllabus to to the Paramedic program that I was accepted into yesterday. The admission process has all but rendered me a hot mess, but I’m in.
I’m in, ya’ll.
Now, if one of my people would be so kind as to explain acid base to me like I’m a three-year-old….