"Warring Ideals in One Dark Body"

"...Bullets go everywhere. So do we."

Instructor Crash has endeared himself to me.

It was an odd sentence, sort of stuck in the middle of a talk about patient assessment. It was right on the heels of Supervisor Rescue pitching to us about volunteering for Pride, Dore Alley, and Folsom, (something which excites me greatly, because of the opportunity for supervised experience in my/our communities and a different kind of visibility). We'd moved on to talking about other things though, so I don't know what prompted that sentence--a sudden need to let everyone know the values of the institution? an intercepted look? I don't know, but he was loud and clear and totally jaw drop impressive.

It's a litigious country, and it may have been a CYA statement. Especially if they have to drop me because of this injury. But I don't think so. I think it would not have been such a spontaneous proclamation were that the case.

I have good instructors and some really neat classmates too. Radical Midwife is all about abortion rights. Friendly Eyes listens really well and speaks very carefully. Bright Smile is so secure that he partners with anybody, chats with anybody. Golden Boy passed the "Loves the Bay Area because there are lots of different kinds of people" litmus test. I know I'm still in training, but I'm starting to feel around the edges of the EMS family.

Ah. There's that word again.

I'll add to my list of things helping me to define family or what feels like family, to me: Family wants you to succeed. (I'm not talking about money, fwiw.)

Today was subdued for me. We've started putting together the assessment, the decision-making process and everything, and that's cool.

It was the day I was supposed to practice moving loads and gurneys, and I couldn't because of my toe. Such a small area, and yet. I have a newfound appreciation for the toes. Wow. Have you loved your toes today? Something to consider.

So I do weights and crunches until it heals.