So I told Nancy about Street Medicine tonight. Didn't go over well. And I don't think it was because she didn't like the title. What do you think? But I was serious - she would make a great character when I turn all this into a book. You guys get the to see the story evolve. You'll be able to say, "I was there when..." LMAO!
Today was ridiculously intense. Not like the dude who went postal. Not at all like that. This was all about the medicine - medicine that no medic should have to do alone. But today I was introduced to Super-Nancy. Was anyone else blown away by the fact that she's a f***ing doctor?! What kind of person endures the hell of med school to throw it all away to be a paramedic? I don't get it.
I mean, she performed vascular surgery today. Surgery! Without having gone through a residency or anything. Surgery! With spoons! In a guy's house! Not in a hospital. Without anesthesia. Without trained nurses. Just me and few rescue firemen.
She's got the gift. There's no doubt. And she's wasting it out here on the street with drunks, junkies and reprobates. It's not to say I'm not grateful that she's out here with me. Lord knows I'm learning a lot, and let's face it - she's f***ing hot. I got the pick of the litter.
Now if I could just pick her brain. But I think she might be done with me - in more ways than one. There's just no coming back from sticking my foot that far down my throat. But then again, I can be pretty damn persuasive when I turn on the charm. I've still got a couple tricks up my sleeve I can try on her.
Anyway, take it easy out there. Don't play with rebar. And if a dehydrated raccoon ever waddles up to you in the middle of a forest fire, be kind and let the little bugger have a drink from your canteen. It's the human thing to do. (C'mon! You gotta give me credit. That's one of the cutest mental images you've ever seen. Am I right?)
Pace a voi.