So here I am, prit near 37 weeks pregnant, and all I can think about is EMS.
WTF?!?! Talk about a time in my life when I am the farthest from my passion, that I find myself reminiscing about all the old calls, the old squad, the new FD I never really even had a chance to get my teeth into before the "surprise!".
I am a trauma junkie, and find myself oohing and ahhing over the most horrific pictures I can find on the Internet of recent trauma (Thank you 1st responder broadcast network!). Then I find myself forwarding them or talking to my FF/EMT brother about them.
Will I ever get back into it like I did before children? Will I find EMS in NH is as fulfilling as riding crew in urban NJ? I do not know. When I had my pager on, it seemed all that was happening when I was home was the PITA fire alarm activations... GRRR.
Maybe it is because my 9-5 job has turned up the suck factor. That being a Biochemist has seemed hollow and meaningless lately. No great "AH HA!" discoveries or anything. That my career has turned into nothing but a job with a paycheck. (No sir, I am not disgruntled :)
Oh well.. All I can say is that in 4 weeks (+ or - 2) my life will change yet again, with a brandy new DD to turn my life upside down and show me that there is more worth fighting for.
16 December 2009
07 December 2009
Sallie
Sallie,
Although this dog we rescued June 2008 would never win the Lassie award, she became part of our family.
Our fond moments were her running all out around our yard. Jumping the stone wall in the front in a single bound. Digging up all the moles and voles and using them as doggie treats (our lawn never looked so good!). Running up the drive whimpering for me when my truck pulled down the road.
Our not so fond memories, peeing all over my living room rug, even though she had ample outside time. Pooping in my DD's bedroom. Eating anything left on the kitchen table when we were not looking. Snacking on the kitty poo by bringing it into the living room carpet and chowing down. Leaving 2 foot butt streaks on the carpet of my bedroom. Peeing in fear or barking when my husband entered the house. Eating miscelanious childrens toys including crayola twist up crayons. Running away from my husband and DD.
But no one deserves the end she faced. Somehow while at the kennel over the holidays, she sustained a neck injury that damaged her spinal disks. An x-ray revealed IVDD, degenerative disk disease. She was in constant pain, the slightest movement would create a minute long tirade of screaches and howls as she dropped to the floor in pain. Surgery, without any guerantees was an option, starting at about $4,000. to $10,000, and only done by a Vet about two hours away. Conservative management meant crate confinement and carrying her out to go to the bathroom. We tried it for a week. She would just roll over in the night and start screaming.
We had to make a decision. I could not let her live this way. On Friday 12/4/09 we had to say goodbye to Sallie.
She will be forever in our hearts and memories.
Although this dog we rescued June 2008 would never win the Lassie award, she became part of our family.
Our fond moments were her running all out around our yard. Jumping the stone wall in the front in a single bound. Digging up all the moles and voles and using them as doggie treats (our lawn never looked so good!). Running up the drive whimpering for me when my truck pulled down the road.
Our not so fond memories, peeing all over my living room rug, even though she had ample outside time. Pooping in my DD's bedroom. Eating anything left on the kitchen table when we were not looking. Snacking on the kitty poo by bringing it into the living room carpet and chowing down. Leaving 2 foot butt streaks on the carpet of my bedroom. Peeing in fear or barking when my husband entered the house. Eating miscelanious childrens toys including crayola twist up crayons. Running away from my husband and DD.
But no one deserves the end she faced. Somehow while at the kennel over the holidays, she sustained a neck injury that damaged her spinal disks. An x-ray revealed IVDD, degenerative disk disease. She was in constant pain, the slightest movement would create a minute long tirade of screaches and howls as she dropped to the floor in pain. Surgery, without any guerantees was an option, starting at about $4,000. to $10,000, and only done by a Vet about two hours away. Conservative management meant crate confinement and carrying her out to go to the bathroom. We tried it for a week. She would just roll over in the night and start screaming.
We had to make a decision. I could not let her live this way. On Friday 12/4/09 we had to say goodbye to Sallie.
She will be forever in our hearts and memories.
06 November 2009
So young, yet so....
So yesterday I Maddie decides to wear the fuzzy flourescent green hooded vest Nana brought up for her. The front looks like something out of Sesame Street.
We walk into her preschool class the the first thing, a bunch of kids all exclaim "your shirt looks so soft, I just want to touch it!" and swarm towards her. At which point she runs for cover behind me and mumbles something.
I take her aside and ask her what she stated and this is what I got...
"Moommm, I don't want them touching my shirt, I got my flu vaccine, but did they? They probably have flu buggies!"
I did not know what to say? She is 4 for goodness sake! I had to inform her that she would not get flu buggies from the other children if they touched her shirt.. just to make sure that she washes her hands a lot, especially before eating snack, etc...
Man, by DD already is a germaphobe!
We walk into her preschool class the the first thing, a bunch of kids all exclaim "your shirt looks so soft, I just want to touch it!" and swarm towards her. At which point she runs for cover behind me and mumbles something.
I take her aside and ask her what she stated and this is what I got...
"Moommm, I don't want them touching my shirt, I got my flu vaccine, but did they? They probably have flu buggies!"
I did not know what to say? She is 4 for goodness sake! I had to inform her that she would not get flu buggies from the other children if they touched her shirt.. just to make sure that she washes her hands a lot, especially before eating snack, etc...
Man, by DD already is a germaphobe!
04 November 2009
Movember
It seems that November is mens health awareness month, and my friend sent me a link to his Mo page. Seems that the Stache off theme is spreading! So it is moustache month... Guess DD had her stache too early in October.. :)
08 October 2009
Why?
Ok, so being the mother of a 4 year old DD who is quite an independant spirit, I never know what to expect. So this is just another paragraph in the life of mom living.
Yesterday morning, I was in the bathroom getting ready at the sink, DH was in the shower when DD walks in. She has both hands over her mouth and mumbles something. I ask her to repeat what she stated because i could not hear her. She states it louder, still behind two hands. At this point I lean down and give her my ear. She then mumbles "you are not going to be mad are you?" To which I replied, well, it depends, what did you do?
She removes her hands to show quite an interesting bit of artwork done with a black ball point pen. I ask "what did you do?" She replies " I wanted a moustache."
I calmly tell her, "Why? little girls do not have moustaches, mommies do not have moustaches, but some daddies do". Then she clarifies "Our daddy does not have a moustache!" No, he does not.
I never could get a reason why she wanted a moustache. Took out the baby oil and a cotton ball and removed as much of her 4 year old moustache as I could before bringing her to preschool.
Sigh...
Yesterday morning, I was in the bathroom getting ready at the sink, DH was in the shower when DD walks in. She has both hands over her mouth and mumbles something. I ask her to repeat what she stated because i could not hear her. She states it louder, still behind two hands. At this point I lean down and give her my ear. She then mumbles "you are not going to be mad are you?" To which I replied, well, it depends, what did you do?
She removes her hands to show quite an interesting bit of artwork done with a black ball point pen. I ask "what did you do?" She replies " I wanted a moustache."
I calmly tell her, "Why? little girls do not have moustaches, mommies do not have moustaches, but some daddies do". Then she clarifies "Our daddy does not have a moustache!" No, he does not.
I never could get a reason why she wanted a moustache. Took out the baby oil and a cotton ball and removed as much of her 4 year old moustache as I could before bringing her to preschool.
Sigh...
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