Don't Ever Get Hurt Around Me Again

So as of today I’m an EMT. Nationally Registered, mother approved. I got a card, an certificate, and a patch for my forthcoming uniform. It is the first thing that I’ve really accomplished, piddly as it is. I mean, I have a title now. I’ll never use it, but its nice to have the option.

The funny/silly part is that they mispelled my name on everything. Apparently, all these years I thought that my last name had two “L”s, but the National Registry believes I only deserve one. Oh well, hopefully this paperwork bug will get sorted out quickly *cue Brazil theme song*.

Now begins the long road to getting my ambulance drivers license, my San Diego County EMT card, and that little thing called a jobby job. But for now, I’m very happy and proud. I’m going out with some friends for sushi and Coldstone. Just know this: the people that are supposed to save your lives every once in a while? They’re freaks like me.

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