<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:49:36.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnout</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-7125915391538325201</id><published>2009-08-24T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:50:55.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oops I did it again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;  I think I may be getting to old for this job, or maybe to temperamental. I just can't stand by and say nothing to people who abuse the 911 system. Call me crazy but I thought 911 was for EMERGENCE'S!!!! Not for my head hurts, or I have the flu, and certainly not for &lt;strong&gt;I'm Constipated!!! &lt;/strong&gt;I mean come now lets get real. 911 was meant for true life threatening emergence's. You know I cut my fingers off with a skill saw, or I fell off the roof and think my back is broke. Oh hay this is a good one, My chest hurts I think I'm having a &lt;strong&gt;Heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attach&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; I don't mind helping some one who truly needs me but it really tic's me off when I go racing down the High Way dodging traffic and risking my on safety, only to find some one who slammed they re foot into the coffee table and now there big toe hurts. Give me a brake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;  I responded to a call last shift to find a 22 year old girl laying on the sofa complaining of sever abdominal pain. I asked her how long has her stomach been hurting. She says 4 days. I ask her has she thrown up. She says no. I palpate her abdomen and she has pain on the left upper side. Well there is no vital organs there and typically the only reason for pain to the left upper side is Pancreas or you guessed it CONSTIPATION! I ask her when was the last time sh had a B.M. she says 4 or 5 days. O.K. so now I'm &lt;strong&gt;Pissed. &lt;/strong&gt;So I let her have it. I said to her "you called me out here because you can't take a shit! your kidding me right". She says "no I'm not kidding i can't go".  I say "what do you want me to do about it". She say " take me to the hospital". I say "why'. She says " so they can give me something to make me go". I ask her has she taken anything for this such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ex lax&lt;/span&gt; or May lox"? She says no "I don't have a ride".  I say this is not an emergence and you do not need to go to the Hospital for this. She says well I don't have any money and the &lt;strong&gt;Emergency room is FREE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! O.M.G. Are you kidding me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; It's not free I have to pay something called taxes and bust my ass working just so you can go to the hospital for a laxative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; So long storey short I took her. She called and complains that I was rude. I get Rote up. &lt;strong&gt;How do you like that????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5002498198964533382-7125915391538325201?l=madmedicburnout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/7125915391538325201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5002498198964533382&amp;postID=7125915391538325201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/7125915391538325201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/7125915391538325201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/2009/08/oops-i-did-it-again-i-think-i-may-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-4760397952656614475</id><published>2009-07-30T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:00:14.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SnG1Yn7jHaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0meFFlCDV9c/s1600-h/beach+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364268065815207330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SnG1Yn7jHaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0meFFlCDV9c/s200/beach+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well it's been a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I've been stressed out, after all they don't call me burnout for nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I got into some trouble at work. I was called into the office for counseling and put on 6 months probation. 6 months for telling it like it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You see after a long day of ambulance calls 12 to be exact. I responded to a call at 2 A. M. for "one unconscious". Now to most "unconscious"Means: unresponsive,without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consciousnesss&lt;/span&gt;, insensible, lacking awareness, (NOT I'M DRUNK). So on arrival we find the front door of the home open, we knock and step in to a house that is just really nasty. Cloths,food, dirt and garbage on the floor. Roaches are crawling up the walls. We hear someone say come in here. My partner and I turn the corner to find a 25 year old man setting in a chair and a woman standing beside him. I ask did you call for an Ambulance. The woman replies "yes I did" . I ask what's going on She replies "He need to go to the hospital". I ask why? What's going on. She says and I quote"HE'S DRUNK, WHAT THE HELL YOU THANK IS WRONG". Now remember I have already maid 12 calls before this. Out of those 12 calls only 1 was a true emergency. so I'M tired and I'm ell. I respond to this Lady with "you called 911 and got an Ambulance and a Fire truck out at 2 A.M. in the morning because he's drunk". She says. "YES I DID"! I look at the man and ask him "do you want to go the the Hospital". He replies "no I want to go to bed". I then "say why are we here? You are waisting every ones times. Don't call us again unless he's Dieing." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well She called the Chief the next day and complained, NEVER MIND, SHE WAS FILTHY,STUPID, and Waisting every ones time ,costing the taxpayers money, and putting MY LIFE in DANGER as I respond to her home with Lights and Sirens, darting through traffic at brake neck speed because we think someone is "UNCONSCIOUS". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I get 6months probation and she gets an apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sometimes my life sucks!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5002498198964533382-4760397952656614475?l=madmedicburnout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/4760397952656614475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5002498198964533382&amp;postID=4760397952656614475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/4760397952656614475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/4760397952656614475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SnG1Yn7jHaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0meFFlCDV9c/s72-c/beach+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-4399402406696875041</id><published>2009-03-02T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:02:40.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SawQ8x-CQGI/AAAAAAAAACw/sBpixEWK2YQ/s1600-h/IMG00131%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308636697154699362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SawQ8x-CQGI/AAAAAAAAACw/sBpixEWK2YQ/s200/IMG00131%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SawQ8m2AouI/AAAAAAAAACo/0s3sXhUkJ6E/s1600-h/IMG00137%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308636694168249058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SawQ8m2AouI/AAAAAAAAACo/0s3sXhUkJ6E/s200/IMG00137%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow We have snow in the south. I'm like really SNOW !!! We don't have snow in south Georgia. People down here don't know how to drive,walk,eat, drink, sleep, and simply can not function in the snow. My ambulance ran it wheels off. We had several fires and we don't even need to talk about the motor vehicle accidents. OMG. What a crazy 24 hr.shift. Don't get me wrong I loved it for the most part, and to give you guys that are used to snow an idea of what I'm talking about. Businesses shut down, schools closed today and people swamped the groceries stores foe supplies and all for one day of snow with an accumulative amount of 3 inches. Is that not crazy. You would think we were getting 3 feet and it was going to last for days. Well it's the next day around noon and the snow is gone and the temperature is 45 and rising. The only thing I hate about this is that I was so busy I didn't get to make a Snow man. It may be years be for we get snow again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Whoa is me".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5002498198964533382-4399402406696875041?l=madmedicburnout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/4399402406696875041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5002498198964533382&amp;postID=4399402406696875041' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/4399402406696875041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/4399402406696875041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-we-have-snow-in-south.html' title=''/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SawQ8x-CQGI/AAAAAAAAACw/sBpixEWK2YQ/s72-c/IMG00131%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-7391695485735904657</id><published>2009-02-13T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:56:08.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet little Pookie Doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SZYWpIBND4I/AAAAAAAAACg/xIYLdRWKbaA/s1600-h/DSC00171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302450507058319234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SZYWpIBND4I/AAAAAAAAACg/xIYLdRWKbaA/s200/DSC00171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just can't resist telling y'all about my sweet little Pookie Doo. He just the best looking thing I've never seen. He lights up my day as soon as I see him. He's my best friend too. We get into a lot things together some good some bad but we always stick it out together.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell him anything. Well I can't tell him I'm jealous of his 4 wheeling trips with the guy's. He might tell me he's jealous of my shopping trips with R Susanna. I found him at work one day right under eyes. If he'd been a snake he would have bit me. You see my partner and I was sent to this out line station that I did not like to go to. We were told to post out of this station for 12 hrs. I was so upset. I don't like to go to new stations were I don't know everyone. Some time they don't receive Women well at all men stations and this was all men. Even worse it was a high rescue station were men were known for walking around with their chest puffed out. So I was not happy.&lt;br /&gt;That is until I walked in sat down and in walk the man of my dreams. I swear beams of light shown down on him and Angels did sing. I couldn't take my eyes off of him the hole shift I just sat and stared. He said very little to me was was very shy but I could tell he liked me. Soooo in a very bold move as he was getting in his truck to go some one stopped him to talk. Now's my chance now or never.... I walked up be him and stuck a gum wrapper with my name and phone number on it. I then with out looking walked away.&lt;br /&gt;I had to wait 2 days before he called. I was a nervous wreck I took off any one head who even come close to the phone when it range. Finely he did call and I asked him out before he could ask me. He asked was this how it was always going to be. I asked what do you mean? He said are you always going to jump the gun on everything or are you going to let me make a move. I said I don't know that depends on if you can beat me to it!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds cheesy but I have loved him from the moment I laid eyes on him. He is my Pookie Doo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5002498198964533382-7391695485735904657?l=madmedicburnout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/7391695485735904657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5002498198964533382&amp;postID=7391695485735904657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/7391695485735904657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/7391695485735904657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sweet-little-pookie-doo.html' title='My sweet little Pookie Doo'/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SZYWpIBND4I/AAAAAAAAACg/xIYLdRWKbaA/s72-c/DSC00171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-1970354473571692837</id><published>2009-02-11T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:41:10.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if this was was me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Well I had a humbling experience at work the other night. I responded to a difficulty breathing call. When I arrived on scene I found a 77 yr. old lady laying in the bed. In no apparent distress. I asked "what's going on to day?" "Did you you call for an ambulance. The Lady  put her nose in the air and said "Yes I did, now take me to the hospital." I asked "why are you going to the hospital the lady got very mad and yell as she slammed her fist into the bed "Just take me to the hospital I said." At this time the lady's son walked in and asked what was going on I was getting angry with the situation and said that's what I'd like to no. The Old lady is screaming now somebody take me to the hospital please!!! My partner is trying to calm her down while I talk to her son. The son tells me this happens every time I leave for the weekend. You see when they took my Mama's legs and confined her to this bed.,She gets this way when I leave her alone I'm sorry she called you all out to night. I took a Deep breath in and said to myself what would I do if this happened to me at the age of 77. Then I turn around and with a big smile on my face i said to the lady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; are you ready to go the hospital Lady Bug! And gave her a pat on the shoulder. She smiled a big toothy grin up at me and said that's what I've been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tell'n&lt;/span&gt; yea. I then said to her well lets go. My point in telling you guys this story is that even though some things or request may seams ridiculous or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mundane&lt;/span&gt; to us but to someone Else it may mean the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5002498198964533382-1970354473571692837?l=madmedicburnout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/1970354473571692837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5002498198964533382&amp;postID=1970354473571692837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/1970354473571692837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/1970354473571692837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-if-this-was-was-me.html' title='What if this was was me?'/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-7457692207262321127</id><published>2009-02-08T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:39:59.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O.K. so I saw one of the blogs I follow did this and I thought it might be fun to try so here go's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1.) I color my hair, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; I was 14 yrs old and my hair began to darken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2.)I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of the dark it freaks me out if my husband gets in bed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; me and turns out all the lights. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; chew hem out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3.)I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt; 3 times and my 1st child was not by my 1st husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;4.)I was a high school drop out, and did not go back to school until I was 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5.)I feel responsible for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt; death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6.)I never loved my first 2 husbands in fact I didn't even like one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7.)I am obsessed with my looks and wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;8.)I'm O.C.D. if you didn't no LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;9.)I can write with both right and lift hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10.)I love old movies really old like Doris Day,Betty Davis,Clark Gable.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;11)I love to sing, in fact I wanted to be a singer but my first husband told me I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;squeaked&lt;/span&gt; like a rat so I stopped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt; for along time. I do some now but just for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;12.)I love my job. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; get off on the power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;13.)I want more for my girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;14.)I don't think I've been the best Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;15.)I had a one night stand and never looked back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;16.)I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;stoled&lt;/span&gt; something once from the grocery store by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;accident&lt;/span&gt; but didn't take it back when I realized what i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;17.)I make jokes all the time and no one gets them bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;18.)I put off calling my Dad he's 76 I know I want hem for ever but he talks so much. I know I cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ran't&lt;/span&gt; I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;19.)I think my Mom has a split personality. (really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;20.) I think my husband is so hot.I just love hem to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;peaces&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;21.)My husband is my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;22.)R &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Susanna&lt;/span&gt; saved me when I lost My best friend Michell.Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;23.)I love food. Any food,Sweets, Baked, Grilled,Fried,Meat,Veggies,Food,Food,Food.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;24.)I'm afraid of getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;25.)I never want to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5002498198964533382-7457692207262321127?l=madmedicburnout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/7457692207262321127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5002498198964533382&amp;postID=7457692207262321127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/7457692207262321127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/7457692207262321127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things-about-me.html' title='25 things about me'/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-2816881741901008575</id><published>2009-02-07T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:14:45.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't take the noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe it's just me but it seams as though everyone is obsessed with noise these days. I mean really!!! My husband runs me out of the room with his cursed surround sound. Just because you can make your teeth rattle dose not mean you have to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; I rarely go to the movies now because of the noise. I have to take a pair of ear plugs  with me if I'm to enjoy the movie. I just can't take it.The same with music concerts, i went to one with some friends not to long ago and took my ear plugs. Everyone was laughing at me but a while into the show someone did ask if I had another pair. Honestly it was so loud you couldn't under stand a thing. just a lot of vibration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; And what's up with kids today they have so much base turned up it shakes my car and rattles my windows. I wish someone would come out with a light beam gun so I could shoot a beam at there car and short out there whole electrical system. LEAVE UM DEAD IN THE ROAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  I would love to have one day of nothing but peace and quite. that would be heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5002498198964533382-2816881741901008575?l=madmedicburnout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/2816881741901008575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5002498198964533382&amp;postID=2816881741901008575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/2816881741901008575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/2816881741901008575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-take-noise.html' title='I can&apos;t take the noise'/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-4460535854874796089</id><published>2009-02-03T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:40:34.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; these days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't know why but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt; I have been in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; state of mind, All in one day i can feel up beat and happy ,mad as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;devil&lt;/span&gt; and sad and defeated the next. Just to give an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;example&lt;/span&gt;, I was at work yesterday feeling good, you know on top of the world. I was back on the Ambulance after a long stay on a fire truck. I had a great partner for the shift, a really nice guy who is a rookie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;He's&lt;/span&gt; very nice and very excited about riding the Ambulance. I love to train rookies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; are not yet set in there ways and have not been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;corrupted&lt;/span&gt; by bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;influences&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Well we had a easy day not a lot of calls. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yong&lt;/span&gt; man asked me if he could ride with me for the next three shifts. I did not see a problem with this and told hem I would talk to the Captain about it. HOLLY CRAP!!!! You would think I asked some one to cut off there arm, I was met with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hostility&lt;/span&gt;, anger, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;disdain&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why, you see most of the fire fighters don't like to ride the Ambulance because they have to WORK and THINK for a change. So you would think if someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;volunteers&lt;/span&gt; to take a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;extra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shifts&lt;/span&gt; people would be glad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;supportive&lt;/span&gt;. Oh No Not In My Department!!! The Captain says to me well he don't know the fire truck that well yet. he needs to ride the fire truck too. I don't know why but I erupted and flew into a rage. My face was hot,my hair standing on end and felt as if I would explode at any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt;. I told hem the guy has already taken his pump test and past with flying colors. I then said any body can run into a burning building and shoot water on a fire it's just not that hard. How ever to save some ones life it takes skill and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt; and for that you need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; I then went on to tell them it's &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; that I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; partner every shift. There is no way to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; in your partners skills if you don't ride together for some time. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;puts&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ENORMOUS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;BURDEN&lt;/span&gt; on the Paramedic. You have to think and check everything and can depend only on yourself to be sure that thing are done right. This is why we are so burn out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; GOD I WISH JUST ONCE SOME ONE WOULD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;LESSON&lt;/span&gt; TO THE PARAMEDIC!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; acourse everyone in the room looked at me like I was some kind of nut or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;. They say things like calm down and we can talk about it when your are more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;rational&lt;/span&gt;. I got some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;rational&lt;/span&gt; for them. I would like to just "KICK THERE DUMB ASSES". Oh yea I'm really mad about this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt; has to change I'm just not sure how to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Then I go to the back room were my bunk is and there sets my best friend at work and I tell her all about it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; just let me go on about how mad I am.  She agrees with me and now come another mood change. We are watching a reality show about these people who think they are being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;judge&lt;/span&gt; on outer beauty when they are really being judged on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; inner beauty. Now I'm very happy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;giggling&lt;/span&gt;, almost over the top. Then I lay down to get some rest but I can't shut down everything is racing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; my head and i feel like I cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;explode&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; My sister says  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;menopausal&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know but I need off this roller &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;coaster&lt;/span&gt; ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I mean I don't ever know if I'm going to take things in stirde or just blow up any more. I think I need a vacation. Sandy beach and a piniacolta in my hand. Dam my vacation is not until May. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh well mabe I can just go check in to the nut house. I'm sure I'll fit in just fine!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5002498198964533382-4460535854874796089?l=madmedicburnout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/4460535854874796089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5002498198964533382&amp;postID=4460535854874796089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/4460535854874796089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/4460535854874796089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-feeling-crazy-these-days-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-834597503669417485</id><published>2009-01-16T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:40:07.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SXDwkgKOp0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/eAofhGnHBU4/s1600-h/IMG_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291994072059127618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SXDwkgKOp0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/eAofhGnHBU4/s320/IMG_1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What a shift It was cold and everything that could go wrong did go wrong. It started with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GSAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt;. We had to cut up cars in the freezing cold and they gave my team a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt; that could not be solved 41 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;minuts&lt;/span&gt; in to it the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;instructors&lt;/span&gt; says the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt; cant be saved and called time on us. I hate screwing up. But all was not bad I did make a 100 on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt; test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Was last night &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt; or what. It was 21 in Columbus Ga. last night. I should know I was in it all night. Some body thought it would be fun to set car fires. We put out 4 cars and 2 houses. I was 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; in on a house fire last night I jumped off the truck ran up to the front door were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; was a fire fighter waiting for the hose to charge with water. I tapped the fire fighter on the back to let them know I was with them and we could go in. The fire fighter turned around and it was my girl friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Keila&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yelled&lt;/span&gt; girl power as we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; into the burning house. It was a lot of fun working with another girl on scene. Who says fire fighting is a mans job. We kicked that fires ass. This morning we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; out to a man in the river. He was stranded on the rocks all night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;soaking&lt;/span&gt; wet. I could not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; be wet in that kind of weather. What a shift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5002498198964533382-834597503669417485?l=madmedicburnout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/834597503669417485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5002498198964533382&amp;postID=834597503669417485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/834597503669417485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/834597503669417485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-shift-it-was-cold-and-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SXDwkgKOp0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/eAofhGnHBU4/s72-c/IMG_1076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-4850343679857612964</id><published>2009-01-14T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:40:18.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it me or am I getting old?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To day is my birth day. I'm 42. I'M &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;42!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Oh my God how did this happen. One day I'm 25 and starting a new career, and today I'm 42 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; and looking for a way to insure my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;retirement&lt;/span&gt; . I SAID..., I'm thinking about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;retirement&lt;/span&gt; people. I remember thinking, people who think about retirement are old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fuddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;duddy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Oh My God "I am an old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FUDDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DUDDY&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;!!!"I looked in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mirror&lt;/span&gt; this morning and there was this old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt; looking back at me. Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grief&lt;/span&gt; I look bad with out make up. I know this now because my sister told me to put on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Reading&lt;/span&gt; glasses and look in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mirror&lt;/span&gt;. I had know idea I had so many fine lines. Oh yea I said reading glasses, my old &lt;a href="mailto:A@$"&gt;A*$&lt;/a&gt;# can't see small print now. What's next &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;menopause&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; I can't go through that I'll hurt some one. "I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;temperamental&lt;/span&gt; anyway". My feet hurt now when I get up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; morning I have to wear soft slippers until my feet warm up and my hips hurt at night I have to sleep with a pillow between my knees. I use to sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;curled&lt;/span&gt; up around my husband. I hate this. I see a hot guy and then I realize I'm old enough&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; to be his Mom.&lt;/span&gt; I'm 42 today and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't like it!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O.K. so now I know I'm getting old and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dementia&lt;/span&gt; is obviously setting in. My Birthday is tomorrow! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; just sad. Now I have to wake up tomorrow and go through this all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5002498198964533382-4850343679857612964?l=madmedicburnout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/4850343679857612964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5002498198964533382&amp;postID=4850343679857612964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/4850343679857612964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/4850343679857612964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-me-or-am-i-getting-old.html' title='Is it me or am I getting old?'/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-795861806863580032</id><published>2009-01-05T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:13:18.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He warmed my cold heart!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;He warmed my Cold heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in the EMS field for a long time and over the years I've suffered from what is known in the EMS world as "Burn Out". What is Burn Out? Well its a loss off feelings for those around you, You see suffering and you hear cries but you feel nothing, It's caused by a number of things, most common cause is work overload. The Department I work for responded to 32,000 plus EMS calls in the year 2008. That's 32,000 calls with only 9 ambulances. That's 3,555 calls per Ambulance per year. We average 12 to 14 calls per shift. Each call take about one hr. from start to finish if we are lucky. Sometimes there's a one hr wait for a hospital bed, Once we get to the E.R. People go to the hospital for everything from a cold, constipation, or diarrhea to a stumped toe. I just love it when some one tells us they called an ambulance because they don't want to wait for an appointment with there Dr. This is why our E.R.'s are so over whelmed now.This too is a major cause of "Burn Out" So you can imagine how annoying it is when Tones go off and we race down the streets at break neck speeds to reach our destination to find some one not sick or hurt, but "Drunk or upset because they have had a fight with they're significant other".Burn Out is also due to seeing a lot of bad things. After seeing so many die, a medic often becomes numb. This is where I have been for a while now. Tired numb and fed up.&lt;br /&gt;All of that changed when tones came in for us to respond to a burn. The call came in as an ALPHA call meaning minor incidence. No fire truck just my Ambulance responding to " one backed into a space heater burn to the Patients leg. Well I did what I always do when an Alpha call comes in. I fussed all the way to the call,Thinking this was yet another minor encodent that did not need emrgancy responce or Hospital care.Well to my surprise when we pulled up to the house someone met us waveing there hands frantickly and yelling to hurry. I looked at my partner and said there might be something to this. As we entered the house everyone was yelling for us to hurry and do something. Someone explained that a 10 year old little boy backed into a flame burnning space heater and caught his clothes on fire. His Grand Parents had put the fire out and placed the boy in a tub of cool water. I stepped into the bath room to find a naked little boy shivering in a tub. As we picked him up his skin sluthed off. He had1st and 2nd degree burns on the back of both buttocks and both legs down to his ankles. We placed him face down on our stretcher, placing bandages on the wounds and cooling them with steral water. The boy gripped the railes of the stretcher so hard his nuckles were white. I was looking for an I.V. sight when this child looked up at my partner and I and said "I don't want to cry but I think I might". I thought my heart would break, so much emotion welled up in me. It was hard to focus on my job. My partner told the boy don't worry about it, you cry if you want to, and I might cry with you. Grandmother road in with us to the hospital. She was so scared for him and you could see the worry in her eyes. I told her everything was going to be O.K.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen a child so sweet and hummble. Not once did he show anthing other than strength respect for those around him. As we moved him to the hospital bed, he thanked me for taking care of him. And I heard him tell his GrandMother he was sorry for the accident. I stepped outside after turning care over to the E.R. staff and for the first time in a long time I cried, I felt needed, I felt like a Medic.&lt;br /&gt;I later found out talking with the Grand mother that she was raising the boy and his little sister on her on. With help from her Boyfriend. She also told me that she was fighting a battle with Breast cancer and had to have a breast ectomy. I checked up on them a couple of weeks later The boy was so glad to see me and began to tell me about the physical therapy he was going to. His GrandMother told me he was doing very well and that his therapist bragged on him for doing so well. He was recovering at great speed and did not complain. What an amazzing young boy. It was near Christmas and looking around the home, I could see how hard this family was having it. There was very little under the Christmas tree, But there was so much love in the room it felt contaguess.&lt;br /&gt;I whent back to the Fire station and told the crew I work with about the boy and his family. We agreed to adopt this family for Christmas. We raised enough money to buy two new bikes for the boy and his sister and some other gifts. We cooked Christmas dinner and suprised the boy at his house on Christmas day. He was so happy and so excited about the bike he picked it up and toted it back to the house so the wheels would not get dirty. This was by far the most wonderful Chritmas ever. This young boy warmed my cold heart. His Name is Aaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5002498198964533382-795861806863580032?l=madmedicburnout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/795861806863580032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5002498198964533382&amp;postID=795861806863580032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/795861806863580032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/795861806863580032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-warmed-my-cold-heart.html' title='He warmed my cold heart!!!'/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-75009992889124496</id><published>2008-12-30T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:07:09.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SVp_U_16dwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eu9HWVpSgJI/s1600-h/933888192_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285677111384372994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SVp_U_16dwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eu9HWVpSgJI/s320/933888192_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;You know, it's funny how death can effect some people. I have seen some fall apart at the news of a loved ones death,while others seem to have no reaction at all.&lt;br /&gt;I remember once my partner and I told a family that their loved one was dead.They came unglued. they started to yell at us, YOU BETTER DO SOMETHING , then they turned on us. They stared to yell they were going to kill us if we didn't save their Aunt. Well we did the only thing we could at the time.Closed the door locked it and called for police backup. We had people banging on the door, people in the front yard passing out, folks fighting, and we were stuck in a bed room with a dead lady. Oh yea there's just nothing like working a D.O.A. 2 people went to jail, 3 went to the hospital, and we went to the morgue with the dead lady.&lt;br /&gt;Another time we responded to a shooting. We arrived on scene before P.D. we saw the victim on the ground with no one else around.,Sooo we got out walked over to the guy and saw that he had a huge hole in his chest. So large in fact you could see grass through the hole. Well it was obvious we could do nothing for him.All the sudden there was a shot gun pointed at our noses and a voice thundering down on us saying, "if he don't make it you don't make it ". My partner looks up with out hesitation and says, Oh he's gonna be just fine,don't you worry about that. We'll take good care of him.I say i'll be right back with the stretcher. Needless to say we were not breaking the news to this guy. What he don't know want hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;We have to see humor in these calls or we couldn't do the job. I think God give me a good sense of humor because I'm always seeing the funny side to everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5002498198964533382-75009992889124496?l=madmedicburnout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/75009992889124496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5002498198964533382&amp;postID=75009992889124496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/75009992889124496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/75009992889124496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/2008/12/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SVp_U_16dwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eu9HWVpSgJI/s72-c/933888192_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-693965543072755737</id><published>2008-12-23T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:23:02.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue Happy People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is how I see the world today, from a Paramedic point of view.What is up with people today. They want to sue for everything under the sun.  Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Suing&lt;/span&gt;  for car wrecks.  when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arrive&lt;/span&gt; on the scene of a car wreck now all I see is chicken soup. Nothing but necks and backs.&lt;br /&gt; God forbid you go to the store and slip down and fall. the store manager is so scared of law suit that he calls for an ambulance,fire truck and police. What ever happened to just give me a hand up. Are people not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; anymore to be seen on the floor. Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grief&lt;/span&gt; get a life.&lt;br /&gt;O.k. you have no job and this is your fourth child. There are three cars parked out front. But you need a ride to the hospital by ambulance. Is this the only way you can get attention. No problem I don't mind paying higher taxes because you KNOW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;"RE RIGHTS. Please you make me want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;barf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You think you have a headache. You should have to ride a meat wagon. Picking up one Lizard after another.NOW THAT'S A HEADACHE.&lt;br /&gt;What's a Lizard, 1)A lizard is someone who calls for a ambulance because they think they might throw up. 2) A lizard is someone who got a bee sting and called an ambulance because they heard some one died once.do they have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;allergy&lt;/span&gt; to bees Hell no. 3)A lizard is someone who call for an ambulance because they took 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aspirin&lt;/span&gt; then read on the bottle (take 2 every four hrs.) and now they think they have overdosed. I wish. 4)A lizard is someone who thinks they're about to get their ass kicked so they fall out and fake a seizure. Can anyone say looser.&lt;br /&gt;So when do I get to use my skills as a medic for something worth while. Not nearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;And can i tell these people (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lizards&lt;/span&gt; to get a life!) OH NO THEY MIGHT SUE ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5002498198964533382-693965543072755737?l=madmedicburnout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/feeds/693965543072755737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5002498198964533382&amp;postID=693965543072755737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/693965543072755737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5002498198964533382/posts/default/693965543072755737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmedicburnout.blogspot.com/2008/12/sue-happy-people.html' title='Sue Happy People'/><author><name>Lula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712502616228993482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TI_atiUAPqs/SWDNTSzy5KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EblsWJsIaxk/S220/IMG_0617_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002498198964533382.post-8230110484601599415</id><published>2008-12-17T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:49:36.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who dont know me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O.K so for those who don't know I'm a Paramedic in Columbus Ga,.&lt;br /&gt;Iwas talking to someone about my job the other day. It still amazes me how people think i'm a Hero! Oh my god if you only knew. It is very rare that I save someones life or do any heroic acts. All though there are times when we make a deference in someones life. For the most part though we just give very expensive taxie rides to the E.R. for something that bares no form of EMERGANCE at all.&lt;br /&gt;Like the other day we responed to a "over dose call", or so we thought. When we got to the house in question, we find that no one has overdosed on anything. the lady that called answered th door and said, "you got to get hem out my house" I said get who, out of your house. She says "my boy". Looking around I see no boy but two grown men sitting on the chouch playing vedio games. I ask the lady are you talking about one of those men? She say's" yes ,they got to go!" I then ask her did you tell the 911 operator that someone had over dosed? The lady looks at me like I'm crazzy and says " I told her that my boy is taken drugs and wont get off my couch". I called despatch and explaned the call to them and asked for a police unit. The Old lady said "I don't want the Police out here.They want do nothing!. I said well mam what exactly would you like me to do? She said" well don't yall take folks to the funny farm? that's were he needs to go cause he crazy!"My response to this was No Mam but I think I need to go to the funny farm myself , I have to be crazy to do this for a living. 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