toolboxdancingemt

I was 17 when I had my first loss in the line of EMS. We were on scene and our medic called for the ME. I was at a loss at what was going on. The fantasy world they always make it. They do their little thing and they live. Reality set in and she was gone. Plain and simple. I simply climbed up in the back of the truck closed the door shed the tears for her and said a little prayer. Each situation is different. Alcohol related deaths and children effect me the worst. I keep a journal. i write my emotions out but never read them. That seems to help. Having a good support system is a good thing. Everyone is different and everyone situation is different.