I am excited to go to work tomorrow on the ambulance. No, there is nothing special going on tomorrow that it isn’t going on any other day. I am just looking forward to going to work. The last three days I have been at work on my clinic coordinator job, reading other responders’s run forms, reading research papers, and putting together CMEs (which included getting to hear an awesome lecture by one our cardiologists about ECG interpretation). Tomorrow is my turn to play paramedic again, and I love being a paramedic.
I will admit like most in EMS to being somewhat of an action junkie, but instead of being upset that I might be missing out on the hurricane action, now that I am older and have a family to protect, I was quite glad that I could spend the day at home instead of out on the road battling the elements.
I have been in EMS a long time, and like most who have been in EMS a long time, I have acquired a Matrix-like ability to evade bodily fluids, including spit. I do my best Keenau Reeves impression and for a brief second find my eyeball a bare millimeter from the spit gob. But I slowmo evade it. It falls back to earth, landing on my computer screen.
“Again, not cool,” I say.