I struggle everyday. I hold my touge as the thoughts race through my head. My skills wasted on someone with foot pain while true emergencies wait. There is so much I want to say but I can't. I need this job. I need money to pay bills and need to make it through the day. I pray we get one person that needs more then basic ALS so I can feel I made a difference at least for 10min out of 12 hours.
I admire my partner for his people skills but wish we could find a middle ground. Honestly I have so many quirks I don't know if anyone but my old partner can really tolerate me. I still love being a paramedic but struggle to be the kind that lasts more then a few years.
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