~ Winner of the Moose Naming Contest ~

The tension has been killing everyone, I know…but I promise the wait was worth it.

Drumroll Please!!!

The name of the Moose is now “MAXWELL”.   Maxwell Moose.

Congratulations to “Glenda 123” for submitting it!  We will be contacting you via email to arrange delivery of my World Famous Turbo Rumballs!

Great job, everybody!  We enjoyed the ideas you had!

Maxwell thanks you, too!

Love,

Mama B

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Tonight, I stopped by My Captain’s firestation to bring him lunch for tomorrow (He’s working a 36 hour shift).  When I got there, he was not…he was on an EMS call.  As usual, it came as he was just sitting down to dinner.  I sat down to wait for him to come back, and had a nice conversation with Lt. Tom.  I love that guy.  He is SUCH a good cook that we swap recipes. (Firehouses are notorious for their awesome cooks.)

Tom and I were discussing the pros and cons of Pastry versus Potato Hash in Egg Pies when My Captain walked in.  His untouched dinner was still on the kitchen table and he was ABOUT to sit down to eat it when….

….the alarm bells went off again.  This time it was a fire.  And by fire, I mean FIRE.

So off he went, barely having time to brush his lips…

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~ A Few Good Medics ~

One of the seasoned medics in our Recert Class today gets so frustrated with some of the firefighters he works with, because they aren’t as interested in the EMS side of things as they are the Fire Suppression side of things.  He took a few lines from the movie “A Few Good Men” to drive home the point that they HAVE to understand the importance of EMS within their job.  I loved it.

I begged him to let me share it with you, but he said he would only do it on the condition of anonymity.

So, without further ado, for your enjoyment,  Ladies and Gentlemen, May I present to you (…you see, the joke here is that this is all further ado.  Oh, never mind.)

A Few Good Medics

Kaffee:  Colonel Jessep, is EMS the backbone of the fire service?

Judge:  You don’t have to answer that question!

Col. Jessep:  I’ll answer the question!  You want answers?

Kaffee:  I think I’m entitled.

Col. Jessup:  You want answers?

Kaffee:  I want the truth!

Col. Jessup:  You can’t handle the truth!  Son, we live in a world of sick people, and those people have to get to the hospital by men in ambulances.  Who’s going to do it? You?  You, Lt. Weinburg?

I have a greater responsibility than you can fathom.  You weep for the firefighters and curse EMS.  You have the luxury of not knowing what I know.  That you don’t fight many fires, though tragic, is a fact.  And our existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.  You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at the firehouse, you want us on that ambulance, you need us on that ambulance.

We use words like Compassion. Caring. Empathy.  We use these words as the backbone of a service dedicated to the community.

You use them as a punchline.

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very service that we provide, then treat us like the bastard children of the department.  I would rather you just said “Thank you,” and went on your way.

Otherwise, I suggest you pick up an aide bag and ride an ambulance.  Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

Kaffee:  Is EMS the backbone of the fire service?

Col. Jessep:  We do the job.

Kaffee:  Is EMS the backbone of the fire service?

Col. Jessep:  You’re Goddamn right it is!

End Scene

Did that give you chills, or what?  It gave me chills.  Maybe it makes more sense to people actually involved in Fire and Rescue, but you get the idea.

EMS is like the red-headed stepchild of Fire and Rescue, and I don’t understand why.   It’s the most important part of what it’s all about.  Maybe it is because so many citizens abuse the system, and use 911 for non-emergent calls.  Maybe it’s because so many people thank their doctors and nurses, but forget about the EMTs and Medics who get them there.  Maybe it’s because mopping up blood and urine and vomit is never as glamorous as you might think it is (DO you think it is?).

You never see or smell the vomit on EMS related TV shows.   And believe me, there is a lot of Vomit in EMS.   Vomit doesn’t sell, apparently.  If it did, you would see more vomit on TV and in the movies.  But vomit doesn’t sell.

And that is all I have to say about Vomit.

Except that the smell is really unglamorous.

And nasty.

And dry-heave inducing.

Hey….now that I think about it, that might be one of the reasons EMS is the red-headed stepchild of the Fire and Rescue service.  They can’t handle the vomit!

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~ I Told You So ~

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.

Again.

Dammit.

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~ Medic Refresher ~

My Captain won’t let me quit EMS.  He thinks I’ve worked too hard to become a medic and my decision to let it go doesn’t sit well with him.

I told him I don’t like it.

I told him I’m not good at it.

I told him I don’t want the stress it induces.

He tells me I AM good at it.

But he can’t argue the other two.  And frankly, he has never been on an EMS call with me.   I think he is confusing medical ability with marital love.  But that’s just me being practical.

I flip-flop.  Believe me, no one knows better than me how much time and sacrifice I put into becoming a medic.  Especially with two munchkins in tow.  And I do love helping people in need.  The mother, the nurturer in me feels entirely fulfilled when I am giving comfort. And yes, if I thought of it as throwing all that time and effort away, he would be right: it would be a tragedy.

But I don’t see it that way.  I see it as moving on.  Starting a new chapter.  Continuing down the road of my life.

He listened.

And then he signed me up for our mandated periodic Medic Continuing Education courses.

Do you think anyone will say anything tomorrow when they see him dragging me down the hall of the Fire/Rescue Academy kicking and screaming?

Nah.  You’re right, probably not.

***sigh***

Pray for me.

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