Today, My Captain dragged me kicking and screaming to the Fire Academy for the Medic Recert class, as I told you in ~Medic Refresher~.
I didn’t want to be there.
The class started. We were reviewing Pediatric Protocols.
I REALLY didn’t want to be there.
Pediatric Protocols are difficult because so much about it is dependant on weight and exact age. It is the hardest of all the protocols medics must know. And they have to KNOW it firmly, because, well, of the time-sensitive nature of emergencies! But there are so many pediatric rules with exceptions, that the term ‘exception’ is pointless. And, actually, it can be so complicated, it’s very challenging.
I love a good challenge.
I started not minding being there so much.
My brain began chugging along, slowly at first, but then picked up speed. It was all gradually coming back to me.
I didn’t feel quite as intimidated as I had when the class started.
Some of the medics in the class were cracking jokes. Funny jokes.
I began to enjoy being there.
My curiosity on some of the new protocols piqued, and I asked questions….good questions, and was excited to hear the answers.
I was so glad I was there, and remembered WHY I became a medic in the first place.
Now I am not so sure I want to just “let it go”. I had forgotten how much I loved the challenge of it.
Which means, My Captain was right.
Hehehehe. Yep, he’s a keeper. 😉
Good job, MamaBoe!