An EMS PrayerAs I perform my duty Lord
Whatever be the call,
Help to guide and keep me safe
From dangers big and small.I want to serve and do my best
No matter what the scene,
I pledge to keep my skills refined,
My judgement quick and keen.This calling to give of my self
Most do not understand,
But I stand ready all the time
To help my fellow man.To have the chance to help a child
Restore his laugh with glee,
A word of thanks I might not hear,
But knowing is enough for me.The praise of men is fine for some,
But I feel truly blessed,
That you oh Lord have chosen me
To serve in EMS!
I'd like to meet:
A good man who I can call my best friend. One to share my dreams, love and life with.I was married to the sorry man who could not keep his pants on nor his hand off me. I promised myself long ago..if I had to live like that again... I would forever stay single and just love my cattle dog... He makes my day no matter how bad it was.I know it sounds a little self absorbed, but that is how it goes some days.table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=4 width=200px
How to make a shawn
Ingredients:
5 parts competetiveness
3 parts ambition
3 parts leadership
Method:
Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little lustfulness if desired!
Username:
Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com
Music:
Music? HMMMM.... I usually listen to anything for a short while. I tend to go back to country music. Music is my relaxation on a rough day... You can usually find me singing in the car, shower, or dancing around the house singing... Not to say it's any good....but what the hell you live, love and laugh only in this life time so... enjoy it now!!When God Made EMS Providers...
When the Lord made EMT's and Paramedics, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order? An EMS provider has to be able to carry an injured person up a wet, grassy hill in the dark, dodge stray bullets to reach a dying child unarmed, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle their uniform.""They have to be able to lift 3 times their own weight, crawl into wrecked cars with barely enough room to move, and console a grieving mother as they are doing CPR on a baby they know will never breathe again.""They have to be in top mental condition at all times, running on no sleep, black coffee and half-eaten meals. And they have to have six pairs of hands."The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands...no way.""It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "It's the three pairs of eyes a medic has to have.""That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees open sores as they're drawing blood and asks the patient if they may be HIV positive," (when they already know and wish they'd taken that accounting job.) Another pair here in the side of the head for their partners' safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look supportively at a frightened person and gently explain that their spouse of many years has departed this life.""Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow.""I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk out from behind a steering wheel without incident and feed a family of five on a private service paycheck."The angel circled the model of the medic very slowly, "Can it think?" she asked."You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the symptoms of 100 illnesses; recite drug calculations in its sleep; intubate, defibrillate, medicate, and continue CPR nonstop over terrain that any doctor would fear...and still it keeps its sense of humor. This medic also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with a multi-victim trauma, coax a frightened elderly person to unlock their door, comfort an assault victim's family, and then read an article in the daily paper about responders being too slow to locate a house (a house which had no street sign and no house numbers.)"Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the medic. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model.""That's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear.""What's the tear for?" asked the angel."It's for bottled-up emotions, for patients they've tried in vain to save, for commitment to that hope that they will make a difference in a person's chance to survive, for seeing an accident victim walk again, for the family time they will miss while serving the community, for life.""You're a genius," said the angel.The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," He said.
Movies:
There are so many it is hard to choose. I tend to lean towards more to horror movies and good comedys. Chick flicks are not me... Some are okay... but as far as great.. yuck on chick flicks.
Television:
Trauma Life in the ER, Grey's Anatomy, most anything on the discovery channels.....
Books:
Reading is a passion I enjoy. Johnathan Kellerman is one of my favorite novelist along with Patricia Cornwell, and Christine Freehan. Reading is my way to explore the world outside while I soak in a nice hot tub!
Heroes:
I would have to say my hero is my daughter. She has taught me not to be afraid of anything, to see the world through innocent eyes, and taught me that if you want something bad enough you can get it. It might hurt and you might fall and scrape your knees once in a while or shed a tear or two, but brush them off, wipe your eyes and you can get there one way or another.
