Random story

There i was, very late for an important meeting all hippied out. Tshirt, shorts, sandles and a thick beard. And the meeting was only my future.
I was told the meeting was at one campus, it actually was at another one...30 miles away. Fuck me. But i got there and was accepted into medic school.
Looking back at that decision, i think it was made to get over a great loss, a loss of someone special, my first real girlfriend. I will probably write about her later date.
Paramedic school wasnt what i expected. To be it equated to a year of medical school. I worked 6p-6a, got home and slept for an hour. Got up and showered (maybe) at 7am, drove an hour and half to class or an hour for clinicals. There was always somewhere to go, something to do. Ive never been as exhaused as i was that entire year. It was complete physical and mental exhausion...yet, i learned what needed to b learned. Intubation, cardiac rhythms, pharmacology, trauma care, pediatrics. I excelled at clinical sites, my positive and sometime ass kissing personality helped more than my knowledge...and the fact that i wanted to learn, i wanted to do well, i needed to complete this i needed to forget the previous sadness and i focused on the task ahead...learn learn learn learn, fall asleep in class all the time, fall asleep driving ever more, fall asleep at work...could fall asleep at a moment's notice...dont know how i survived the year, but i did.

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