I'm a firefighter and an Advanced EMT. I love my job and everything it entails. My passion for my career has been built up since I was a little kid, and is now finally paying off. There's nothing I would rather be doing with my life. I have amazing friends that I wouldn't trade the world for, and they keep me going through some hard times. I'm pretty content with my life, and plan on keeping it that way!
Expect long hours. Expect to be in the confinements of a truck for 16+ hours. Often times with absolutely no sleep. Expect to not eat regularly. Healthily, at that. Expect a normal time to be at 3 in the morning, driving around just hoping some place will be open at those hours.
Expect to see things that will change you forever. I’m talking about that kind of shit that when you come home, you don’t want anyone to touch you, see you, let alone talk to you. You shut yourself in your house, away from everyone. Expect to see a different light on the people you work so helplessly to save. You’ll be in the darkest corners of your area. People who could give two shits that you’re working on their 5 month old that’s dead in their living room. But they’ll yell and scream at you that you can’t magically bring them back.
And, it’s not just the citizens that will treat you horribly. It’s the nurses, and doctors. Who have seemed to forget they’re getting the patient how they are now, not how they first appeared to be. They seem to forget that maybe, JUST maybe, we street medics sometime know what we’re talking about. And, not all of us are complete idiots.
You’re going to run an astronomical number of calls where the people truly didn’t have to go to the hospital. Or, they just wanted a taxi ride.
That being said, there are parts of this job that make it why we stay in this profession for so long. If you have a good partner, it can mean the world of difference. You drive around, have fun, dance to stupid music, have sword fights at the hospitals. You gain relationships with your coworkers, that when you all meet each other at the hospital, it’s like a reunion over and over again. You bitch, moan, laugh, screw around, and then say your goodbyes and go back to the grind.
Your partner will eventually know you better than most of your family does. This isn’t the fire department, where you can hide in different parts of the station. Your partner is always in arms reach. Expect to grow a bond with him/her.
Despite all the bullshit, there are times where you pick up a patient and they’re a genuine pleasure to take to the hospital. They thank you for all your hard work, and you guys share a pleasant conversation.
Or you’re working a CPR, and you gain pulses back. Or you save somebody from a heart attack. Getting these feelings that you actually made a difference, saved a life, is a high unparalleled to anything else. You may never see that person again, but you’ll rest a little easier knowing that you let that man/woman spend another day with their loved ones.
You’ll find out quickly if this job is for you or not. It’s a great job. If you have aspirations to do it, hold on to that. Never forget that feeling you had when you received your State and National Numbers. It will keep you going even on your darkest days
What sleep? That’s a thing?!
Real friendship is when your friend comes over to your house and then you both just take a nap.
Omg yes. Every time XD