Being in EMS

I’ve been an Emergency Medical Technician since January 2008.I never wanted to, or saw myself working on an ambulance.  I wanted to be a Firefighter.

As I started college for my Fire Science degree, I quickly realized that in order to be on a Fire Department (that isn’t in the city, for the most part) you need to have some type of medical license.  I guess that makes sense since 95% of all fire department calls are medical…  So I started out with just getting my Basic EMT license.  I ended up with an awesome teacher who changed my entire view on the subject, and then after a year on the ambulance I realized that the ambo and not the firetruck, was where I was supposed to be.

At this point, I am a Volunteer on a department that is connected to 911.  November 2013 will be my 4 year anniversary with my squad.  I have never received a single cent for my hours and efforts.  I’m proud to be a Volley, but I do need to make a living.  Don’t we all?  In January 2014 I will continue my search in the paid ambulance field.

People outside of the firehouse don’t understand the bother/sisterhood that Fire/EMS can be.  They don’t understand, that even as a volunteer, your doing a job that can sometimes the only pay you need can respect, gratitude, a smile, holding someones hand.

I’m an EMT, I’m a volunteer…  I still wear a uniform and run out the door, jump behind the wheel of a box, and haul ass to help someone I don’t know in their worst (sometimes not so worst) times of need.  I still do compression’s  ventilation, simple intubation, and bandage wounds.  I still get yelled at and threatened by drunk and high patients.  I still get puked on, covered in urine or feces, and carry people out of hoard-houses.  I still see babies, teenagers, and adults leave this world, sometimes being there as they take their last breath while we spend an hour trying to extricate their body from a mangled auto wreck.

Whether it takes another 4 years to get onto a paid department, I will always be a volunteer. My 911 experiences are what I live for in this job, and unless I find a 911 gig in the city, out in the country, or whatever… I will always be an EMT (maybe one day a paramedic!) and whether I’m paid or not, I will ride the box until the day comes that I no longer can.

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