Welcome to the Community About Nothing, and Yet Everything.
No smartassticity here. I'm feeling badly for my medic and EMT brothers and sisters trying to keep up. Literally just trying to keep up.
Street medicine was already an overburdening challenge before viral issues began. We picked up this overwhelming new thing while the car wrecks, falls from ladders, general stupidity, heart attacks, respiratory distress calls, not to mention driving Miss Daisy to her dialysis three times a week, never went away.
When the economy is decent and other jobs are available, medics would already flee the business because it wears on a person. Physically and mentally.
When you add our present situation, medics have gone over the edge. Way past the breaking point. Fleeing the business in unbelievable numbers. Services are being cut back, volunteer services and small community services are shutting down because they can't get people to staff the trucks. They are throwing bonus money at medics to try to hire them, and it still doesn't help. And we're talking thousands of dollars in hiring bonus.
Maybe they should have thought about lifestyle and money changes BEFORE all this current mess hit. Pay these professional caregivers what they deserve, and give them a quality of life that is worthwhile. Maybe then you can staff the trucks.
Nobody gets into street medicine to get rich. It's a calling, not a job. But dangit, medics gotta eat, and medics have families too. Treat them like it. Maybe they won't bail at the first sign of trouble.
/end rant
"I am standing on the Mountain of Right, and you are standing in the Valley of Wrong." Deputy Frank Sloup, Pinal County, AZ
Why do I like this one? I have a primary residence on the Mountain of Right.
Of you who read my previous post, how many of you caught the quote I stole from a movie? Can you name the movie and who said it?
Bet you didn’t know there would be a test…..
So, I have completed 4 of 6 chemo infusions, and I have to say that the last one seems to have caused almost no side effects that cannot be otherwise explained by the disease itself. I remain exhausted all the time, and I go home at the end of the workday positively depleted. That, however, seems to be due to the anemia that somewhat existed before chemo started but certainly seems to have been exacerbated by it.
I presently sit at a 40% disability rating with the Veterans Administration with some big stuff pending. I am awaiting a decision on my hearing loss and the PTSD/Depression. The cancer aspect takes a step forward with an exam by a VA contracted provider who will provide a recommendation as to the service connection to the cancer. If it goes my way and I get to 100%, then as soon as the first check hits the bank, I’m retired. While this exam is scheduled for Monday, I have no assurance that a VA determination will be quickly forthcoming. Patience is the key.
My spirits ...
