Hey. I'm Glenn. Welcome to my blog. That sounds really lame. But what the hell else am I gonna say? Thanks for reading? Glad you stopped by?
Whatever. You're here, so I guess that means you're interested. I'll try to keep it interesting.
So, you've probably figured out by now that I'm the new guy. Probie, which is synonymous with "dog of the house." If it's menial and borderline degrading, that's my job inside the station. Make the coffee. Take out the trash. Mop the ambulance bay. Clean the bathrooms. This isn't hazing. It's servitude.
But, you know what? It's also what I signed up for. It's a good gig. Probation is only 6 months. I can endure anything as long as I know it has an end date.
These guys I work with... they're tough as nails. And they don't let me get away with s**t. It's like they're waiting for me to screw up just so they can stick it to me. Weird thing is - I like it. It stings sometimes. But it comes with the territory.
Like today, Rabbit totally bit my head off. But I learned my lesson - no moral triaging. Worst is first. Treat, load, transport. Get them to the hospital alive. Then, it's out of our hands.
That's the job. Not as easy as it sounds. Trust me. Some people got it. Some people don't. And everyone's got their own style.
Take my partner Nancy, for example. She's f***ing amazing. Watching her in a crisis is inspiring. I saw it today when she was working on this kid's mom. Nancy didn't miss a beat - got right in there and did what she had to do to save her - her hands and mind working at a million miles an hour. But all the while Nancy kept one eye on the kid - even let him help. And in the end, having her son there was probably the best medicine in the world for mom. Nancy's got that instinct - she knows her s**t.
Nancy's kinda like a cannoli - hard shell, mushy center. She'd kill me for saying that. But underneath all that... there's something else. You've seen it. I know you have. That weird vibe between her and Rabbit? There's a story there. I'm gonna get it out of her. Problem is - she's got one hell of a bulls**t detector. My usual angles just aren't gonna work. I'll keep you posted on my progress.
Pace a voi.
