So here I lay, somehow unable to sleep despite the coat closet sized room barely large enough to accommodate the undersized twin bed, complete with a WWII Era mattress, and the looming feeling of anticipation, knowing that, at any moment, I could be called to any number of incidents requiring mitigation. The common complaint that the ordinary citizen throws our way is that we just get paid sleep. I wish they knew what it was like to attempt sleep in a fire station. Don't get this wrong... I beyond love what I do and couldn't imagine being more blessed to get paid to play the same game I used to play as a child... But I'm on the very tail end of a 72 hour shift. The past three days have brought 2 house fires, 3 car fires, 4 car wrecks, 3 CPRs, and a handful of other medical emergency calls. I got to breath for a 22 year old woman who overdosed on heroin not more than an hour ago. I've never understood why people do that to themselves, but I can't judge because I've never been in an addicts shoes. The Aid Car just got tapped out to another medical call of some sort. I'm driving the Engine today, but we're now up next to take a medical call should someone else have an emergency..... (36 mins later) I think I jinxed myself writing that as I'm just getting back from seeing a problem family that calls 911 all the time for non emergent calls. This was the 4th time I've seen them in the last 60 hours. Who DOES that?!
In any case, I figured a little rambling about my current situation couldn't hurt. It's nice knowing that I have some fucking gorgeous women to browse through on this amazing site that instantly put a smile on my face 😊. Oh? And to all of you out there in the IBTC community... I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤
Also, if any of you happen to reside in the Seattle/Portland area... shoot me a message. I'd love to chat 😊
I'm gonna attempt some sleep... wish me luck!
Gnight you sexy asses!!!! 😙
