We Get It Done.
Posted by Epijunky on January 4th, 2010 | 7 comments
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.
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Hey, remember to come up for air every now and again. You’re okay and doing splendidly-I promise. God loves you and so do all of us. You’re okay.
Keep smiling. You’re more beautiful than you’ll ever know for doing this very special job, that isn’t for everyone. You’re a very special person (and angel), Epi. You have a good head on your shoulders. Just relax and let others dig their own grave.
Take care.
I need that on a T-shirt. Right on Sister, right on.
My daughter had almost the EXACT same comments this morning after a bad 48…
I appreciate your post and what you are trying to say. We do have it a little easier in our controlled environment, and I for one, truly appreciate everything about prehospital.
I love it and I’m going to repost it when I get home! Js
We do indeed. And I couldn’t have said it any better…
A-men Sista!!