Today started off rough. Work was crazy busy..we had a visit from the Utah School for the Deaf and Blind. My co-workers weren’t functioning as a cohesive unit and there were reporters from all over Salt Lake swarming upon our Santa’s Lantern. I wanted to take a flamethrower and clear the place out by the time it was all said and done. My boss commented that she noticed the lack of pep in my step today. I guess my frustration over my co-workers and the general sloppiness with the way the selfish and competitive media handled the entire situation showed through..but the kids made it wonderful. The kids, and the Santa. They were so amazing. I have a newfound respect for ASL that I never had before. It really is a beautiful form of communication. I wish the stupid news site would let me embed the video I found on us, but find it here anyway:
So, I thought that my night couldn’t get any better. Two hours past shift end I went home and found an envelope addressed from the Utah Bureau of Emergency Medical Services and Preparedness. Hoping it was what I thought it was, I sat on the couch and opened the letter and burst into tears when I saw not only the letter, but my EMT Patch, Certification card, and decal.
Despite over three months of gathering old TB tests, X-rays, medical documents, immunizations, forgetting every single fucking thing I learned, failing a written exam once, and dying of fright over my practical…I am DONE.
I am EMT Certified.
This was something I set out to do at the beginning of the year, and I was terrified about it–having not gone to legitimate COLLEGE since I was 18 really had my anxiety levels up.