Tonight, my hands are stained with grease, my clothes are littered with dust, and my hair is a frizzy mess. I’m hardly fazed by my appearance, though. Underneath the dirty nails and wet boots, my heart beats proudly. For a short time tonight, I stopped worrying about college financial aid and dropped whatever else has… Continue reading Why dirty hands equal a happy heart
The phrase, “If he can do it, so can I” never held much meaning for me growing up.In my house, it didn’t matter if the whole neighbourhood was doing something; if mom didn’t approve, you weren’t doing it. End of story. So it wasn’t until I found myself in the back of ambulance, listening to… Continue reading If He Can Do It…
The members of Plymouth Vol. Fire Department are now the proud owners of a shiny, 1991 Spartan Tanker. 1500 gal tank, at 100gpm. A huge improvement over the 80’s era engine we were running on. Driven home all the way from Carroll County, MD, we are excited to welcome this newest piece of apparatus. Can… Continue reading It’s A Girl!
Tonight marks the last module exam of EMT Class. We’ll never take one again. The next test we see in class will have 100 questions over 39 chapters, and will decide whether or not we can pursue National certification. Tonight, we also ran through skills stations. One, for the first time, with a preceptor. First… Continue reading -January 30th-
Ready, set, GO! Clamoring. Excitement. That’s what filled the apparatus bay as a dozen Explorers scrambled into their bunker gear. We pulled on hoods, threw on air packs, and firmly strapped on our helmets until we resembled something of a team. Alarms beeped angrily, announcing who’d forgotten to close their air valve. For once, it… Continue reading Ready, Set, Go! (And other Christmas shenanigans)
Yay for pictures! Tonight’s class saw us wheeling one another up and down the stairs with the stair chair. As they strapped in and said a prayer, it took every ounce of self control to keep my mouth shut. Laughter bubbled inside me at their fearful expressions, and I stared intently at the wall until… Continue reading Stairs and such
“Do you want to be lead medic?” My partner asked as we headed to our first scenario. I twirled a pen between my fingers.“Uh, I can be. If you want.” I didn’t. Not really. I didn’t want to give instructions. But neither did he. So our tentative dance continued until we reached the doorway. We… Continue reading My Lightbulb Moments