Since joining the local rescue squad back in April, I have been one extremely busy chick (per Sandyquill). With teaching school, volunteering with rescue, and church and its various activities, I've had no extra time. Like today, for instance. I've been here at or with someone from the station for about a little over 56 hours now. We had two standbys--one last night, an afterprom for a high school (11:30p-5a), and the other from 9a-noon for a March of Dimes walk-a-thon thing, which we had to leave in the middle of to run a call. Counting said call, we've also had four other calls to run. I've quickly learned that when you join EMS and run calls, you are never guaranteed opportunity to eat or pee. Seriously, my bladder and stomach are slowly coming around to this way of life. Also, my body's had to learn to work on little sleep, or at least 1-2 hour power naps at a time. But I do love every minute of it, even the bad calls.

Take last week, for example. (I sent this to myself in an email, because I was at school and could not access mindsay to post it as a blog, Written May 2):

At about 11:30 last night we got a call, and I can't release details, but I did have a lot of firsts last night. It was first time performing CPR on a person instead of a manequin, my first time running a code, and my first time driving an ambulance. It was both exciting and scary, and also sad. And I did cry...a couple of times, because it was a sad and scary situation, especially for the patient's family. But I am fine. And I am so ready to run another call. I just can't today because of work and church tonight. Oh, and I do LOVE driving the ambulance. It was awesome.

Anyway, so life for me is crazy, but wonderful. Now, if only I could win the lottery to catch up on all my bills...life would then be outstanding!