Somehow, in this moment of gloom, I am filled with life....
I have started the process of getting my NH EMT license. WOOO HOOO!
I was worried that I would have to do the entire 130 hour course over, which would be not only a financial drain, but a time drain as well.
Turns out after a call to the EMS education office, all I have to do is take a weekend long refresher course with transition modules, and then take the practical exam, and the National Registry written exam. All by April.. YOU CAN DOO IT!
I am excited. I have missed EMS. It was such a part of me (see my web page for ems stuff).
Ok, well, have to get busy, drop my application off tonight at the town hall, get into a basic RTP course...
Yeay!!!
27 January 2009
23 January 2009
Again?
Well, I did it. After putting it off, and not making the time, I went down to my local Fire/EMS service and picked up an application.
It was a fun morning. I met some nice people, and just walking through the bay rooms by the rigs was comforting. Weird I know, but for someone who lived on these things for five years, and have come to be part of my self identity, it is like comming home.
Granted the building is hodge podge, and I did not get to see much of the equipment, but the ambulances looked pretty new. I have to get over being the spoilt EMS service, where we had hydraulic stretchers, new fancy stair chairs, and a new rig every two years. Not every town has the industry base to donate to the EMS service. This town has about 1/4 the population density, and about 1/10th the industrial base. But, it is something.
So I picked up the appilcation, and filled it out. The only thing that might put things to a difficult light, my NJ state license expired in 2007, and it was not a national certification. So, I may have to take the EMT Basic 130 hour course all over again, followed by the practical exam, and the National Registry written exam. That would not be fun, but my own fault for not joining a squad as soon as I got up here. Honestly, what I was told when i first contacted the state was that I would need to take the course over anyways, due to my NJ certs not being the same as NH. The course would be a breeze after 5.5 years of active service on an ambulance, but it would be a big time drain, and costs over $600 out of pocket.
Well, who knows. I really would like to ride again, maybe, just maybe I will.
It was a fun morning. I met some nice people, and just walking through the bay rooms by the rigs was comforting. Weird I know, but for someone who lived on these things for five years, and have come to be part of my self identity, it is like comming home.
Granted the building is hodge podge, and I did not get to see much of the equipment, but the ambulances looked pretty new. I have to get over being the spoilt EMS service, where we had hydraulic stretchers, new fancy stair chairs, and a new rig every two years. Not every town has the industry base to donate to the EMS service. This town has about 1/4 the population density, and about 1/10th the industrial base. But, it is something.
So I picked up the appilcation, and filled it out. The only thing that might put things to a difficult light, my NJ state license expired in 2007, and it was not a national certification. So, I may have to take the EMT Basic 130 hour course all over again, followed by the practical exam, and the National Registry written exam. That would not be fun, but my own fault for not joining a squad as soon as I got up here. Honestly, what I was told when i first contacted the state was that I would need to take the course over anyways, due to my NJ certs not being the same as NH. The course would be a breeze after 5.5 years of active service on an ambulance, but it would be a big time drain, and costs over $600 out of pocket.
Well, who knows. I really would like to ride again, maybe, just maybe I will.
20 January 2009
I am a hero to one!
Well, I could really use a positive today, and my three year old DD gave me that.
She has become fixated on the fact that Mommy used to drive an ambulance. She asks me all the time about "what happened next" and I run through what happens from page to the trip back home. She loves it. asking every moment 'and then what happened".
So this week they announced to the preschool class that a Police officer was coming to school. And DD told the class "my mommy drives an ambulance". Of course that was followed up with them wanting to see. So She has been begging for pictures.
Today I found some pictures of my old North Brunswick First Aid and Rescue Squad pictures. Alpha 3, and Rescue 4. Pictures of me and Kasia in front of an Alpha by Farrington lake. Pictures of me sitting in the back of a new Rig.
I did not even get in the door before she was babbling, wanting to see "mommy's ambulance pictures". When I produced the pictures, she just about went nuts. She was bubbling and looking at all the pictures, repeating what I stated, and then pointing to them and telling me what they were.
And today, in the midst of what feels like another midlife crisis, loosing yet another pregnancy, my only child looked up at me with awe, with respect reserved for Spiderman and Firestar and told me "I'm so proud of Mommy, I want to drive an ambulance when I am old".
So there it is, for a fleeting moment, I was invincible. A hero. I think I will hold to that memory.
She has become fixated on the fact that Mommy used to drive an ambulance. She asks me all the time about "what happened next" and I run through what happens from page to the trip back home. She loves it. asking every moment 'and then what happened".
So this week they announced to the preschool class that a Police officer was coming to school. And DD told the class "my mommy drives an ambulance". Of course that was followed up with them wanting to see. So She has been begging for pictures.
Today I found some pictures of my old North Brunswick First Aid and Rescue Squad pictures. Alpha 3, and Rescue 4. Pictures of me and Kasia in front of an Alpha by Farrington lake. Pictures of me sitting in the back of a new Rig.
I did not even get in the door before she was babbling, wanting to see "mommy's ambulance pictures". When I produced the pictures, she just about went nuts. She was bubbling and looking at all the pictures, repeating what I stated, and then pointing to them and telling me what they were.
And today, in the midst of what feels like another midlife crisis, loosing yet another pregnancy, my only child looked up at me with awe, with respect reserved for Spiderman and Firestar and told me "I'm so proud of Mommy, I want to drive an ambulance when I am old".
So there it is, for a fleeting moment, I was invincible. A hero. I think I will hold to that memory.
20Jan09 I just need a little change?
Change anyone? So has anyone felt sweeping change taking over just past 12:00 noon?
Tick, tick, tick.... nope.... Nothing yet.
What change do I want? what change do I think Obama will deliver? To me? Not a whole hell of a lot.
First of all, I fall into middle class hell. Too rich for the handouts, too poor to know the tax loops so I can keep my money. What is to come for us? Relocation of the bit of material we have been able to aquire? Wonderful. I don't see us in the handout line, and sure as hell see us in the "take from them" line. And what do I have to take in comparison to the uber weathly?
So what change can he offer me? Maybe a 401K that is worth than the 1/10th of what I put into it! Maybe my monthly medical premiums not creeping up as they do each year. How about realizing that the cost of living wage increases are a joke, and that Inflation is real. {come on, who has been able to buy a pound of lunch meat for under $10.00!}.
Maybe someone who will tell the oil whores to go pack it?!? I doubt it. We will play victim to international polotics for years to come.
So how will things change? That I would love to know.... Bring it on Big O! Prove me to be wrong about you and your promise of change.
After all, everyone could use a little change
Tick, tick, tick.... nope.... Nothing yet.
What change do I want? what change do I think Obama will deliver? To me? Not a whole hell of a lot.
First of all, I fall into middle class hell. Too rich for the handouts, too poor to know the tax loops so I can keep my money. What is to come for us? Relocation of the bit of material we have been able to aquire? Wonderful. I don't see us in the handout line, and sure as hell see us in the "take from them" line. And what do I have to take in comparison to the uber weathly?
So what change can he offer me? Maybe a 401K that is worth than the 1/10th of what I put into it! Maybe my monthly medical premiums not creeping up as they do each year. How about realizing that the cost of living wage increases are a joke, and that Inflation is real. {come on, who has been able to buy a pound of lunch meat for under $10.00!}.
Maybe someone who will tell the oil whores to go pack it?!? I doubt it. We will play victim to international polotics for years to come.
So how will things change? That I would love to know.... Bring it on Big O! Prove me to be wrong about you and your promise of change.
After all, everyone could use a little change
05 January 2009
2008, not the best of years.
So 2008 has ranked up there with the suckyest years ever. Started out the year by miscarriage #3 at the end of december 2007. Had miscarriage #4 in April. Lost my Matthew cat. Lost Peake cat. In November before the holildays, husband's contract position was terminated, leaving him unemployed. And rounded out the year by discovering pregnancy #6 was not viable. Wonderful.
Do I have enough hope left to think 2009 will bring good things or just continue the misery that 2008 inflicted? Jury is still out... check back next year. :)
Do I have enough hope left to think 2009 will bring good things or just continue the misery that 2008 inflicted? Jury is still out... check back next year. :)
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