I've been a mule as of late. A torrent of work unlike an arabian horse can handle under the desert sun. The city get's hot in more ways than imaginable. Most notably down on Zion st. were in there is no peaceful state of things. I'd rather attend a call on Park st. anyday ( Read more... )

Today was a nice change from assholes and elbows. I worked with Tommy the dirty irishmen driving in the bariatric unit . We were to pick up two paramedics from Med Flight ( Boston's Life star ) at Bradley Airport. They accompanied us in the "war wagon," to JDH to pick up a neonatal infant. Tom and I helped them load up their isolet which weighs 600 ( Read more... )

MOSCOW - For nine decades after Bolshevik executioners gunned down Czar Nicholas II and his family, there were no traces of the remains of Crown Prince Alexei, the hemophiliac heir to Russia's throne ( Read more... )

Three white horses grazing on a noll in the city. They have no business being there and nor does that dream I just recalled. Now that dream makes sense. I completely forgot I woke up to that iconography one shitty sunday morn ( Read more... )

  About to start my new job at Aetna ambulance. Full time hours and full time benefits oh my. They know I want to train  for my paramedic because i told them. Good money and one hell of a learning ground. Park St. I can already hear you picking up the phone..
Excerpt from a paramedics blog:
"A medic who used to work for us a decade ago died the ( Read more... )

By and by 
By and by 
I've gotten 8 some odd hours over time this week. I am coming to converge on the last miles of fumes I can run on. Yesterday morning i found myself coming home from work. and as an older derelict would behave i sat on the front steps of the apartment and fell asleep. I nodded off as if i were waiting for the bus or the train of ( Read more... )

It rained on the rails and in the city and now I'm back from Philly. It was cumbersome coming back but altogether a good time to rest from the trip. I hardly had the time to marinate in the city's loins, but I have a good idea of what to return for. Brian was a good host and I'm glad we both made it home that first night. I wish i had stopped at ( Read more... )

Had five calls, wrote fives poems, had a patient who thought i should become a doctor. She arrived at this idea merely because i took a good pulse. I have half a pack, dirty socks and I am on the way to the bed. End line.

" Can a man who's warm understand one who is freezing ? " Alexander Solzhenitsyn,

Finally sleep has come at last and a convalescence like some hard poise . It's been a wet and wild week thus far and I am glad to simply enjoy creature comforts. Drink my coffee , smoke my cigarettes and read my books. Touched upon every nuance of human illness in the past 36 hours that  myocardium infarctions are easily navigated at twilight hours ( Read more... )

MISERY

by Anton Chekhov

"To whom shall I tell my grief?"

THE twilight of evening. Big flakes of wet snow are whirling lazily about the street lamps, which have just been lighted, and lying in a thin soft layer on roofs, horses' backs, shoulders, caps. Iona Potapov, the sledge-driver, is all white like a ghost. He sits on the box without stirring, ( Read more... )