Ahyoka
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This is going to be kind of a rant post.
Today, started off as rather dreary, rainey, blank day. Later that day there was a medical call in my community for my neighbor, he is horribly diabetic and has lost both his legs to the disease, sadly through his poor management of not taking care of himself and eating things he ought not have eaten. His daughter called 911 because his sugar was low, they sent an ambulance and although our fire department doesn't typically run medical calls I responded...in as small of a community as i live in you know everybody and it puts a knot in my stomach whenever i hear a page anywhere around here. These people are like family to me
I knew he was diabetic, but when i heard the address they didn't say what his problem was. I got there to find out his sugar was low, they carried him to the hospital and he should be fine. But when I got out of my car and walked up to his house and saw him I just have a horrible feeling I'm never going to see him again, which sounds fucked up because there's no way I could know that. But weather you believe in psychic stuff or not I get bad feelings alot, and when I do, bad things usually happen...car wrecks, bad storms and I've had them happen when a friend was killed in a car wreck. Anyway back on topic, this mans living situation is heartbreaking what family he has doesn't care for him and he doesn't talk to them, most days when I see him he has his wheelchair in the door way to his trailer and all he does is watch what few cars happen to pass thru our community go by.
He's been on my mind the whole day, I just can't get him out of my head. It's this end of being a first responder I hate. The people...most times I will never see the people I help again, but afterward when it all sinks in I always think that they are just that...People. Individuals who are infinetly complex with their own set of experiences, perspectives and most times I don't even know their damn name. It hits home even more when you know them, but I just can't forget that look on his face, the sadness in his eyes.
Jesus I know he will probably be fine...but why the hell can't I get his face out of my head?
Today, started off as rather dreary, rainey, blank day. Later that day there was a medical call in my community for my neighbor, he is horribly diabetic and has lost both his legs to the disease, sadly through his poor management of not taking care of himself and eating things he ought not have eaten. His daughter called 911 because his sugar was low, they sent an ambulance and although our fire department doesn't typically run medical calls I responded...in as small of a community as i live in you know everybody and it puts a knot in my stomach whenever i hear a page anywhere around here. These people are like family to me
I knew he was diabetic, but when i heard the address they didn't say what his problem was. I got there to find out his sugar was low, they carried him to the hospital and he should be fine. But when I got out of my car and walked up to his house and saw him I just have a horrible feeling I'm never going to see him again, which sounds fucked up because there's no way I could know that. But weather you believe in psychic stuff or not I get bad feelings alot, and when I do, bad things usually happen...car wrecks, bad storms and I've had them happen when a friend was killed in a car wreck. Anyway back on topic, this mans living situation is heartbreaking what family he has doesn't care for him and he doesn't talk to them, most days when I see him he has his wheelchair in the door way to his trailer and all he does is watch what few cars happen to pass thru our community go by.
He's been on my mind the whole day, I just can't get him out of my head. It's this end of being a first responder I hate. The people...most times I will never see the people I help again, but afterward when it all sinks in I always think that they are just that...People. Individuals who are infinetly complex with their own set of experiences, perspectives and most times I don't even know their damn name. It hits home even more when you know them, but I just can't forget that look on his face, the sadness in his eyes.
Jesus I know he will probably be fine...but why the hell can't I get his face out of my head?