When did you decide you want to be a medic?

Well that's a slap in the face to me, piranah, and Sasha. :glare:

Negative. Sasha is 22. In your face! I beat it by a year! >:-D

P.S- I love the instant maturity and respect that is magically bestowed on people once they reach the age 22. Like some kind of fairy comes down and sprinkles it on you on your birthday or something. Surely anyone younger than 22 can't have it. The day I turned 22 I instantly went from "Bad Medic" to "Good, responsible, mature medic.
 
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I went into EMS because nursing school was full. I've wanted to be a nurse since I was little, medicine is really my passion and I thoroughly enjoy just sitting down and discussing it with someone who has half a brain.

I stayed in EMS because you can't sleep this much on shift in nursing. I went to paramedic school because it pays more than an EMT. And because I felt that an EMT was inadequate to truly help all the patients we get, but I've learned some patients just require a kind caring soul to accompany them to the hospital, some patients require more indepth, actual medical care, and even more require care that even we as paramedics can't provide them, so we sit and wait, and smile and talk and listen until we arrive at the facility that meets their needs.
 
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Sasha, read 2 posts below that one, post 13, and I already said you've turned 22 :lol:



And you really only beat me by a few months... August baby! Then I'll be old, just like you.
 
Well you can add me to that list of being slapped in the face.... 21 now- started EMT when I was 19.

My story:

I was once a patient. At the age 18, I was shot in the abdomen with a .22 pistol. My assailant fled and I called 911 myself. I was terrified. Screaming, crying, and ignorant. The police came, 'secured' the scene and then the first responders arrived. They were doing so many different things, holding c-spine, cutting clothes, getting vitals. I was trying to sit up, not listening to them- begging the PD to call my parents.

I was loaded in the rig, I didn't have the slightest clue as to what was happening. I was confused, and scared. I begged and begged the medic or EMT in the back to hold my hand. She was trying to start a line, and didn't get it. Twice. She said she would hold my hand after she got at least one IV... Never... got... it.

I survived (obviously).

I know a lot of things now.
The trauma center she was taking me- requires two IV's for admittance.
Also, I am considered an 'easy' stick.
I now know all of the things, and reasons for what they were doing to me.

I met the first responders that came to my call that day and did a few ride outs with them. I was riding with their chief when he asked "What do you have planned with your life.... EMT school starts in 3 weeks"

I can honestly say- that I did not have the slightest idea what an EMT was before I met any of them. Let alone a first responder. I didn't know fire fighters went to medical calls... :-)

I asked my dad for some money for EMT school... Fell in love with saving lives and holding hands, graduated top in my class.. and knew I wanted to be a medic every since. B)

That is why I say.... 'People don't care how much you know, they want to know how much your care.'
 
Stephanie said:
I survived (obviously).

Is that your professional medicial opinion? :D

*turns to the guy next to him in an orange jumpsuit with "PARAMEDIC" written on it ... what is it Oz? Oh a shooting? Best we be off then ....

Medivac lifting with delta alpha .... page um, oh bloody hell where is that map book, who has the GPS?
 
After 12 years in the Army my career ended abruptly. I have bounced from job to job with nothing fitting right. What I found was that I need a job that allows me to have a dynamic enviroment and provide a service to my community. I have no desire to be a cop. Fire tends to be too hot for my likeing. So EMS looked like a good fit. After my ride time with our local FD, I fell in love with this field. Next day, I signed up for my medic class.
 
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