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I made it home from work at 2:35 this afternoon, and as soon as my feet were inside my house shoes..............Beep beep beep beep. Damn. Emergency case.
I drove back to the horse pistol and saved somebody's grandmother. Life is good. I love it when that happens. I'm tired as a all get out, can't really write, can't think. I'll write some this weekend. I'm going to sleep in case I get called out again.
I drove back to the horse pistol and saved somebody's grandmother. Life is good. I love it when that happens. I'm tired as a all get out, can't really write, can't think. I'll write some this weekend. I'm going to sleep in case I get called out again.
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posted by Xavier at 9:08 PM
1 Comments:
Reading yours and the blogs of other folks who work in fields where you ARE the emergency care, my mind always turns to wonder what kind of adrenaline addiction one must be adapted to use to make it through nearly endless shifts?
Don't ax me to diagram that sentence! *L*
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