The lidocaine's in the drug box, okay?
Matt and I were great partners. We had a system down and it worked quite well. We got our daily station duties completed, checked in the rigs with expertise, and pretty much ran the supplies. When we ran calls, we could wordlessly assess and treat the patient without stepping on one another's toes. It was a great system. If he was going for the monitor, I'd go for the IV. If I grabbed the monitor first, he'd start the IV. And we took our turns driving the ambulance and cooking. But Matt also worked in Mantino for the ambulance there and his shift there was right after ours. Not to mention the shift before him was idiots. They told him they'd stay an hour longer so he could get ready after his shift with me and then go in but they usually didn't. So it came down to the fact that he needed to switch shifts.
Which I understood. I'd be staying on black shift and he was going to go to gold and Brian was going to come to black with me. All good and fine, right? Of course not. Connie decided she wanted to swap to either red or black, which was fine as I wouldn't have minded working with her. She's a paramedic and quite knowledgeable, actually.
Of course, there's always someone who throws a wrench into the workings and kinks everything up for a bit before it's ultimately figured out. Brian stayed on gold shift and is now working with Matt. Connie went to red, and Christian came over to black. He said it was because his father also works black and he wanted to be on the same schedule so that family get-togethers would be easier, but he then also told me because he missed working with me.
It was different at first, but we made up our differences and he got his priorities straightened out. We work well together as partners, even if I have to cook all the time. The only thing I swear he knows how to make is macaroni and cheese. I'll broaden his horizons yet, just as I had started to do once before.
Some days are quiet, I'll give it that. And other days, wow. It just never stops. I wish it was more of a constant thing instead of hit or miss. I would be quite happy with an average of 3 calls a shift.
As for the fire side of things, we've had two house fires. One of them was actually caught early and we were able to save it, the other was a total bust. We also had a grain silo catch on fire and that was a hell of a thing to work on.
Which I understood. I'd be staying on black shift and he was going to go to gold and Brian was going to come to black with me. All good and fine, right? Of course not. Connie decided she wanted to swap to either red or black, which was fine as I wouldn't have minded working with her. She's a paramedic and quite knowledgeable, actually.
Of course, there's always someone who throws a wrench into the workings and kinks everything up for a bit before it's ultimately figured out. Brian stayed on gold shift and is now working with Matt. Connie went to red, and Christian came over to black. He said it was because his father also works black and he wanted to be on the same schedule so that family get-togethers would be easier, but he then also told me because he missed working with me.
It was different at first, but we made up our differences and he got his priorities straightened out. We work well together as partners, even if I have to cook all the time. The only thing I swear he knows how to make is macaroni and cheese. I'll broaden his horizons yet, just as I had started to do once before.
Some days are quiet, I'll give it that. And other days, wow. It just never stops. I wish it was more of a constant thing instead of hit or miss. I would be quite happy with an average of 3 calls a shift.
As for the fire side of things, we've had two house fires. One of them was actually caught early and we were able to save it, the other was a total bust. We also had a grain silo catch on fire and that was a hell of a thing to work on.