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black box blog from a code-3 medusa
Now that I can't play in traffic anymore, I stand with my nose pressed against the glass of the ambulance bay doors in the Meth Central Med Center ER, where I start IVs and humor grouchy nurses and make beds and splint broken appendages and do CPR and occasionally even save somebody's life. And that's in my spare time. Otherwise, I'm sleeping. Or parenting. Or mucking around in the dirt and playing with flowers, or painting, or sculpting, or skateboarding, or whatever else my little mind takes a liking to. I still drive code 3, though. Just without the lights and sirens.
Trench Triage and Master Gardeners
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