We Get It Done.

And we do without the benefit of a brightly lit, clean, sterile environment.

In our patient’s home, surrounded by pictures them on better days, trying to do compressions while calming down their hysterical family members.

Squatting in a puddle of God only knows what while soaked to the bone on the side of a busy road.

In the back of an ambulance rumbling down the road at three in the morning after having running our butts off and having been up for 22 hours.

In a facility where there isn’t a nurse to be found and the only person who has any idea what’s going on is the patients roommate.

We do what we need to do.  We get it done.

So cut us some effing slack already.