How I miss the open trails and winding paths! Rehab has finally started and hopefully it won’t be long now. It’s hard, doing things like leg lifts and calf raises again, getting the stiffened joint to move.
Today they added the seated bike to the mix. This has to be the most evil contraption know to man. Once the feet are strapped in, the bad knee HAS to bend as the good one straightens. Each rotation brings a new agony. During the work I often think of my running buddy Lilyan… Her hard work, all the therapy she endures. I owe it to her to push with the same resolve.
As much as I have moaned and complained about my knee, it might seem as if there was no up side to life lately. The truth is kinda the opposite of that. There really are some good parts going on right now.
Living the EMS lifestyle means long hours away from home and family. When you throw in the time spent traveling to and from, teaching and special events and then top that off with running 30-40 miles a week life can get pretty hectic sometimes. Not that I’m complaining about it, this is the life I chose and the one I love. Still, it has been nice to slow down and enjoy a different pace.
I have not missed a play that Daniel’s been on the field this season in football (and the Warrior’s are kicking some tail, undefeated so far), binge watched TV series and even went to school with Sophia, chauffeured Ladonna to work and become more involved with the men’s group at church.
As much as I miss running and miss work, the upcoming return will mean missing this time I’ve been blessed with.
Happy Anniversary to me! It just occurred to me that as my birthday looms yet again there is another date fast approaching, my EMS Anniversary. On about the same day, 35 years ago, I joined the Lee County Junior Rescue Squad, Pennington Gap Unit in Virginia. 30 years ago I worked my first shift for a small private ambulance service and was paid for the first time for providing medical care. For the last several years I have had the joy of serving with some of the best in the world at Sullivan County EMS and teaching with the Southwest Virginia Paramedic Program.
Somehow I’ve managed to beat the odds. National statistics show that EMS is such a hard life that the average paramedic lasts just 5 years. Along the way I have changed from the youngest, least experienced person to the ancient one in a blink of an eye. There have been so many changes in the profession and so many hardships and so many people. I can’t wait to see what the next 35 years hold!