Hello everyone. I'm pretty new to the sight and I haven't posted a "thread" until today. But, I have signed on everyday and read alot of the new posts and I think that this site is way cool
This is going to be fairly long, but you guys seem very cool, trusting people that could mabe take a little time to here my story and give me some serious advice/encouragement as to where I stand today.
Everybodys' got a story so here's a little of mine... I'm 37, married and have an awesome 2 1/2 year old son, (the husbands' okay ) When I was 23 I opened a super hip clothing store called The Underground. The store did great. I was modeling on the side, going back and forth to New York City and making alot of money. I was making all kinds of fake friends and buying them what ever they wanted. All good things come to an end and so did the store. Being to young and not knowing how to save, the store closed w/ in 3 years and I went bankrupt. I told myself that I would do it again one day.
So what was I going to do now. My whole life I had been interested in medicine, i.e. prescription books, family medical books etc. So I thought that maybe I should try pharmacy work. I ended up working as a Pharmacy Tech for 6 years. In the year 2000 I met up with a couple of the only true friends that I had made back in the "Underground" days. They convinced me to open another store.
This store was unbelievable. I received about $80,000. dollars in loans, renovated a 100 year old building and stocked the store with New York's most fashionable "boutique style" clothing lines. I opened the doors July 28, 2001. Then the horror happened... Sept 11, 2001. I stayed glued to the TV and so did everyone else. I had no business for months. I could not pull myself out of debt. Completely devastated I closed only a year and a half later.
What was I going to do now. For about a year I lived off of my awesome Mom and Dad. I greived for the loss of that store and thought of myself as a failure everyday until I found out that I was pregnant. My son was a pure gift from God. My son, I beleive, saved me from the downward spiral that I was on. After my son was about 8 months old I decided it was time to do something with my life. I gave myself 3 choices... go to school to help get certification as a Pharmacy Tech, find a job, or try to open another store (yeah right).
I decided to go to school to get certified as a Pharmacy Tech and then look at the possibility of Pharmacy School. I was very reluctant of the whole pharmacy thing, it is such boring work. The school that I attend had just started a Paramedic Program. I can remember looking at the students and thinking how cool they where for being EMT'S and Paramedic students. I thought to myself I wish I had the guts to be a Paramedic. Then sitting in an English class, on the first day, the instructor was introducing himself and said "I have never done anything in my life that I didn't want to do". Hell, that did it for me, I dropped out of the Pharmacy "boring" Tech program and signed up for the Paramedic program.
Oh my gosh that was about a year ago and here I am as an EMT-B. You guys have no idea how proud of myself that I am right now. I have serious issues right now though. This is where you guys can maybe help with your stories and encouragement. I AM SCARED TO DEATH! I am just getting through the first term of the EMT-Intermediate. I am referred to as the "virgin", because I have never actually laid my hands on sick human being. I ran with a squad last term for 12 hours and that was it. I loved it. I fell so inferior in class now, because everyone in class runs with or volunteers with a squad. This past Saturday in class we were doing scenarios and I lost it. I lost my memory, I get so embarrassed in front of the instructors and the class. I feel like its information overload. I just got kind of use to the way EMT-Bs' do things and now that all changes. Now IV's, cardiac monitors, use of more meds, intubation, etc can be used by I's. I spoke with the director Sat and I told her that it may just be way out of my league. I just don't have the experience. I know I need to run with a squad and hopefully in the next couple of weeks I will be able to. Time and a very sick father are prohibiting me from doing it until next term. But still and yet should I continue the EMT-I and P program? The director thinks I should, she says in a year you will look back and say "what was I thinking". I want this so much. Why am I freaking out so bad???????
I told you guys that this would be a book. I hope you guys were not to bored.
Please Help
Y.
This is going to be fairly long, but you guys seem very cool, trusting people that could mabe take a little time to here my story and give me some serious advice/encouragement as to where I stand today. Everybodys' got a story so here's a little of mine... I'm 37, married and have an awesome 2 1/2 year old son, (the husbands' okay
) When I was 23 I opened a super hip clothing store called The Underground. The store did great. I was modeling on the side, going back and forth to New York City and making alot of money. I was making all kinds of fake friends and buying them what ever they wanted. All good things come to an end and so did the store. Being to young and not knowing how to save, the store closed w/ in 3 years and I went bankrupt. I told myself that I would do it again one day.So what was I going to do now. My whole life I had been interested in medicine, i.e. prescription books, family medical books etc. So I thought that maybe I should try pharmacy work. I ended up working as a Pharmacy Tech for 6 years. In the year 2000 I met up with a couple of the only true friends that I had made back in the "Underground" days. They convinced me to open another store.
This store was unbelievable. I received about $80,000. dollars in loans, renovated a 100 year old building and stocked the store with New York's most fashionable "boutique style" clothing lines. I opened the doors July 28, 2001. Then the horror happened... Sept 11, 2001. I stayed glued to the TV and so did everyone else. I had no business for months. I could not pull myself out of debt. Completely devastated I closed only a year and a half later.
What was I going to do now. For about a year I lived off of my awesome Mom and Dad. I greived for the loss of that store and thought of myself as a failure everyday until I found out that I was pregnant. My son was a pure gift from God. My son, I beleive, saved me from the downward spiral that I was on. After my son was about 8 months old I decided it was time to do something with my life. I gave myself 3 choices... go to school to help get certification as a Pharmacy Tech, find a job, or try to open another store (yeah right).
I decided to go to school to get certified as a Pharmacy Tech and then look at the possibility of Pharmacy School. I was very reluctant of the whole pharmacy thing, it is such boring work. The school that I attend had just started a Paramedic Program. I can remember looking at the students and thinking how cool they where for being EMT'S and Paramedic students. I thought to myself I wish I had the guts to be a Paramedic. Then sitting in an English class, on the first day, the instructor was introducing himself and said "I have never done anything in my life that I didn't want to do". Hell, that did it for me, I dropped out of the Pharmacy "boring" Tech program and signed up for the Paramedic program.
Oh my gosh that was about a year ago and here I am as an EMT-B. You guys have no idea how proud of myself that I am right now. I have serious issues right now though. This is where you guys can maybe help with your stories and encouragement. I AM SCARED TO DEATH! I am just getting through the first term of the EMT-Intermediate. I am referred to as the "virgin", because I have never actually laid my hands on sick human being. I ran with a squad last term for 12 hours and that was it. I loved it. I fell so inferior in class now, because everyone in class runs with or volunteers with a squad. This past Saturday in class we were doing scenarios and I lost it. I lost my memory, I get so embarrassed in front of the instructors and the class. I feel like its information overload. I just got kind of use to the way EMT-Bs' do things and now that all changes. Now IV's, cardiac monitors, use of more meds, intubation, etc can be used by I's. I spoke with the director Sat and I told her that it may just be way out of my league. I just don't have the experience. I know I need to run with a squad and hopefully in the next couple of weeks I will be able to. Time and a very sick father are prohibiting me from doing it until next term. But still and yet should I continue the EMT-I and P program? The director thinks I should, she says in a year you will look back and say "what was I thinking". I want this so much. Why am I freaking out so bad???????
I told you guys that this would be a book. I hope you guys were not to bored.
Please Help
Y.
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:lol: . No for real I do. Just reading the few messages that have been sent back to me has really changed my mood. Hope to read more soon. Gotta go for now, my Dad's getting out of the hospital soon. 