I decided after 32 years of living, 17 years of working 13 jobs and 5 career fields, that the thing I want to do is be a Paramedic. Let me tell you how I got here:
I was working on a computer as a network administrator. It was a mess and everyone wanted it to work very much. There was a lot of stress and pressure. Well, because it was running a Micro(pleasedon’tsuemeforusingyourname)soft operating system, it was giving me fits.
I got up and walked away.
I thought about something else. “If I left right now, would anyone die?”
The answer was “No.” and, somehow, that made me care less.
I came back and fixed the problem.
I went out for a pint.
Then I had an epiphany:
1. I had been an EMT for a few years with the Coast Guard Reserves and it was one of the best parts of my job. Right.
2. I’ve seen lots of grody stuff. I’ve never been grossed out.
3. The last time I panicked, I was 7 and my mother scared the bejeezes out of me. I’ve had lots of opportunities to do so since but I have not lost my nerve. Not bragging, just a fact.
4. I really, really, really like treating hurt and sick people.
5. I really, really, really hate working in an office 9-5.
I decided I need to be a Paramedic.
I figured out how to use my veterans benefits, grants, scholarships and help from friends and family to go to a university that offers a 4 year program with a BS in Emergency Health Services and a certification as a Nationally Registered EMT – Paramedic. Yep, I became a full time student in my 30′s.
I loved it.
This is my journal about becoming and being a paramedic. I worked in the USA in various settings as a paramedic, manager and teacher. When the economy took a dump in the USA, I took a job in the Middle East and have been working and living here since 2009. I’ve got a developing proficiency in Arabic, an old Land Rover my wife calls the “DiscoCamel” (It’s brown, has a hump and drives through the desert. Q.E.D.) and a habit finding the humorous, crazy and fun in everything I do.