A good Friday? So far.

It’s been a good Friday so far. And since I am a recovering catholic, I’ll bow to the ritual and call it Good Friday. (My mom would be happy.)

I’m on shift today, but I’m currently sitting in my dining room with my partner, both of us tapping away at laptops. I’m busily blogging and he’s working on his security clearance packet for a Sheriff’s job. We just had lunch and now we’re just waiting for that next big call to come. Luckily, I live in our posting area, so when we’re assigned up this way, the normal stop is at the house. When my wife is home, she likes to make dinner or lunch for me and my partners. It’s a perk of working with me that most have my partners have come to enjoy.

We’ve done one call today, It was a hospital discharge, a woman returning home after spine surgery. She was a war vet and a very cool person. We had a great chat in the truck until the Dilaudid and Lorazepam really kicked in and she dozed for the remainder for the 30 mile trip. I’m glad she slept, as the last few miles were bumpy due to the never ending construction. A nice little uneventful transport to start the day, however I think that one call may be it.

So, the big impending station closure has become the numero uno topic of conversation around the station. Everyone knows what’s going on, but nobody is admitting to knowing anything. The Station Ops Manager told me on Tuesday that he is going to The Borg as a supervisor and he was asked to recommend 6 to 10 EMTs to go with him. I’m on the list, as are some of the newer people. I’m happy to say it looks like the SIP and some of the other deadwood won’t make the cut. If all the stuff that the boss is telling us is true, we’ll just go from blue uniform shirts on the 30th to white uniform shirts on the 1st. The new company wants to make the transition seamless, having the same crews transport the patients, even though we’ll be in new, different color ambulances, working for a new, different company. I guess we’ll see how it shakes out. I’m not even going to speculate, as I think the station chief is full of crap most of the time.

My wife is spending a “girl’s weekend” in San Diego with one of her best friends this weekend. That leaves me home, solo, to tend to the dawgs and deal with work this weekend. The neighbor’s have invited me over for Easter dinner on Sunday… and since I only eat ham once a year, I’m rather excited about it.