Shock

When I saw you a month ago I had no idea in the next you would die.
When I was here a month ago for one funeral I never imagined I'd return soon after for another. There has been to much death, to much change, to much of everything I can't control recently. There is no going back to the way it was. But I'd at least like to return to some degree of normalcy again. 

Day Work

So five days in of eight days in a row is how I decided to make my return to working daywork. Eight days with on average ten calls a shift, some sick, some dying and plenty of misuse and abuse. What stands out was A three year old hit by a car, but the memorable part was the hot dog  his mouth. Who gets hit by a car eating a hot dog? And what family member chooses to say "they are great hot dogs" as the child is lying in paramedics hands. All this and more happens working the 'hood. 

Three more days to go, and while I struggle to adapt to daylight, the real struggle is adapting to life without the partner I shared 40-50 hours a week for the last two and a half years with.

Fresh Start

4/7/2011

We attended orientation to this job together. We were presented our academy class flag together as the "oldest and youngest." And now as of 0800 tomorrow we will be partners. Not of our own choosing but let's make the best of it. We have a lot of common ground, but also plenty ground to bridge. We've worked together before but working together daily will be different. Let's give it a fresh start and see what good comes of however long were together.