I’m about to head out vacation. My wife, the consummate planner, decided that we would need a vacation right about now, and bought our ski/chill out vacation in Lake Tahoe about 6 months ago. Tomorrow morning we’re off to the airport and we plan to be immersed in the hottub by 6pm, with a cocktails in hand.
The folks at Tacoma received my Paramedic application and said, via email, “Looks good… we’ll let you know.” I’m not going to think about it ’til vacation is over. (Who am I kidding? I’m going to obsess about it non stop.)
I’ll be back on the chain gain at IFT on Wednesday, the 1st, and I’ll bet they’ll be glad to have me back. One of the Barbies, mentioned in a previous blog, fell down the stairs and broke her leg. Either her tib and/or fib. (It was hard to tell through her slurry percocet haze) and she’ll be out for at least a month. And, it turns out that the senior FTO, a woman I greatly admire, is leaving to go to another ambulance company. IFT will be short handed.
I’ll also be talking to the other Ambulance comapany about jumping ship and gettng on that 24 hour shift rotation. Of course, if I’m accepted to medic school all of this planning becomes moot and I’ll be a studying machine for the next year.
Ah, hell. Vacation is calling. See you when I get back.
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