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.
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