Author Unknown
We’ve all been there. You respond to a call and you do your job. You transfer care and get back to the truck and the terrible call you just had hits you like a ton of bricks. You go from the Paramedic on scene who’s only focus was doing your job, to human again. You question everything you just did. Was it enough? Was it right? Was there something I missed? You think about your loved ones and realize how fast things go terribly wrong in life. How easily that could’ve been your loved ones. You take a few moments to gather yourself and then you have to turn the human off again. You put your truck back together, clean up what may have been someone’s last moments. You close the doors and respond to the next pending call. Just like that, you have to move on; someone else needs you. Through the years bad calls only remind you of the previous bad calls you’ve had, the ones you stored deep in your brain, with hopes you would never have to relive them. Even though deep down you know you’ll never forget the faces, the scenes, the aftermath, and ultimately exactly what you were feeling at that time. They pile up. It takes a special person to do the job. It changes you, it scars you, it effects your whole life; from the job to your life outside of work. Most will never be able to empathize what a Paramedic goes through. What all first responders go through. It’s not just a career or a job, it turns into a lifestyle. You carry the memories everywhere you go. Theres always another call to respond to, another life in your hands, another memory to store deep down, another call that acts like a trigger for all the previous calls. We all hide our feelings, we rarely show emotion, even in the most terrible of times. We all cope with things differently than the rest of the public. We’re not cold hearted, we just have another person who needs us. We’ve all been there. 🚑 #Paramedics #PTSDISREAL