An island in the middle of deep sapphire…

This is what Colorado looks like right now –

This is where I am right now –

Well, actually this is Kauai.

Just saying.

So yes, we arrived in paradise early Monday morning.  We were greeted by grey skies and rainy days, but the moisture was a welcome oasis and the grey skies still warmed our Colorado chilled bones.  I would be lying if I said I wasn’t glad to leave the icy weather behind for a brief three weeks.

Christmas silently approaches.  Sneaking up like an overeager child, it pads stealthily till it is just around the corner, while the parents are unaware, gazing at something just past the normal.  But Christmas will be seen and felt, as it is every year.  The day will bring its joy and child-like excitement to hearts old and young.  A day of respite before crazy.  Simple and homemade will be the staples this year.  No surprise, as the coming to paradise itself is enough for many.

But a vacation this is not.  It was never destined to be so and will not change its stars this time.  A test looms large for which there will be much studying and stress.  But as it is not on the radar yet, no stress quite yet.  Studying, yes.  But no stress.

The radar consists of that sneaky little child, and impending nuptials.  The event of the season for this small(ish) community.  A celebration of mutual friends and now family.  Good food and great company for an evening beneath the trees, rejoicing in life, love, and bright futures.  An exciting and quite adventurous time.

For this very odd holiday season on an island in the middle of deep sapphire holds the potential for warm memories and life-altering events for everyone.

Of school and the future…

To sum up what has happened in the last five to six weeks would take too many words and more time than you or I are willing to spare.  In all actuality I should be laboring over a paper which is due next Wednesday.  However, I am not doing that.  Obviously.  I am sitting, watching the SEC Championship (Go Dawgs!), enjoying the snowy view out the window, and procrastinating.

Well, on to super short summaries and a look ahead.

Last Wednesday I took my written final for EMT.  This next week we have our NREMT practicals, which do not impact our class grades but are required to be certified.  I have no doubt I’m passing the class, I just hope to come away with an A (93%).  Before the test I was sitting at 93.63% so I could squeak it out!  I’ve really enjoyed the class and am sore to have it stop.  On the other hand I am ready to be certified and begin to practice in the field and gain more experience.  A couple of the more interesting things I’ve learned…

Guys are ridiculous – This class has been enlightening in more ways than one.  My brothers are amazing, but weird.  If my class is a cross-section of the general male population, then my brothers are weird.  Really?  That’s how guys think?  Oh, okay.  Good to know. Guys talk a big talk.  About everything.  Muscles.  Girls.  The gym.  Drinking.  Partying.  You name it, they’ll probably tell a crazy story about it.  I’m not saying guys go about lying about everything, but there are usually…embellishments added.  Whatever, I could care less.  Just something I’ve observed.  Oh, and if you were to listen to them (this falls under the ‘embellishment’ category) girls need to be physically perfect or we’re not worth their time.  This is the view you assume when we become nothing more than something to bang.

Good leadership often depends, not on yourself, but on the people under you – For our MCI (multiple-casualty incident) I was second-in-charge.  On our org chart (military, anybody?) that meant I was directly in charge of everybody (except for the person above me).  I was the information point for all the section leaders under me.  What an experience!  Loved it!  Loved being in the situation, making mistakes, figuring what worked and what didn’t.  Loved the pressure (perceived as it was), pulling things together and doing it!  But as good as I “led”, it meant nothing if the people under me didn’t do their jobs.  You can’t lead if there’s nothing to lead.  I like the phrase, “Giving them to opportunity to succeed,” and that’s what my job became.  Really good experience.

EMS and Fire are tight – On my ride-alongs with AMR the thing I enjoyed seeing the most of the community between these EMS people.  It’s this crazy job that’s the basis for many a TV show, but for the EMTs and Paramedics on the job, it’s just that, their job.  There’s no glamor or glory.  It’s just their job.  Simple as that.  And these people who they spend 12 hours sitting next to, understand that.  It’s kinda crazy to wrap your mind around.

A couple other things: 1) Nobody likes dispatch.  Everyone thinks dispatch is out for them.  I’m pretty sure it’s universal.

2) I will now always let an EMS person ahead of me in line.  Chances are they still won’t get their food, drink, etc.  But I will acknowledge that I understand and let them ahead of me.

See, this is getting really long and I’m still thinking of things I could say.  But I will stop.

In the next couple of weeks it’s gonna be crazy!

Practicals next week

Leaving for the wedding in two weeks

Wedding in four weeks

NREMT written in five weeks (maybe)

Volunteering for Black Forest and Falcon Fire Departments (at least applying to volunteer)

I’m super excited for what’s to come and I’m ready to start!  Yay!

The Non-Definitive Nature of Definitions

It’s true you know.  That definitions are by no means definitive.  There’s always the exceptions, the unique circumstances and the qualifications to challenge any word you may consider definitively defined.  Enter my most recent paper for English Comp — the definition paper. Our esteemed professor wanted to define, redefine or elaborate on the word, idea, or concept that struck out fancy.  Delve into the complexities and nuances that are present in every word.  I chose pride.  Now the following paper is written for a class, therefore it is formal in tone.  Let me know what you think!

           Pride is necessary to life as it motivates and calls to something better.  It is not content with good enough because it strives for the best.  Pride rooted in reality looks at a situation for what it is, looks at itself and what it can do, and puts the two together to achieve something greater than the sum of the parts.  Pride not rooted in reality becomes a stumbling block as it blinds its user to reality and his own faults.  Faults seen are easily dealt with and corrected in the strive to be better; there is no disgrace in these faults.  But when pride becomes bigger than its user, it controls them and causes them to unknowingly self-destruct, fulfilling the proverb, “Pride goes before destruction” (The Holy Bible. Prov. 16.18).   The obvious antonym to this form of pride is the word humility; however, in the world of true pride, humility becomes a synonym.  Humility continues the process of self-examination as much as pride begins it.  Beware the fine line of humility, pride rooted in reality, and the arrogant pride of false humility not rooted in reality which leads down into that same self-destructive spiral.

            While the majority of people define pride as a negative trait, pride in its purest form is extremely positive as it allows for critical self-examination and positive change. Without some form of pride, people risk personal stagnation.  Dictionary.com defines pride as, “a high or inordinate opinion of one’s own dignity, importance, merit, or superiority, whether as cherished in the mind or as displayed in bearing, conduct, etc”(“Pride”).  This narrow definition reflects the negative connotation the word ‘pride’ has received.  The negative connotation misplaces and regulates pride to a dreadful grievance resulting in disdain and hatred from honest people.  This is incorrect. Pride comes in knowing one’s self.  According to one definition it is a, “proper sense of own value; the correct level of respect for the importance and value of your personal character, life, efforts, or achievements” (Encarta. “Pride”). Without this awareness, one cannot possibly expect to change, adapt or improve their character, attitude and actions.  Pride rooted in reality accomplishes this without endangering the user.  It allows itself to be questioned and evaluated because it understands the continuous process of learning and self-improvement.

            Is that not the very definition of humbleness? To be “conscious of one’s failings” (“Humble”)?  Humility and the lack of humility are nebulous beings, taking many different forms, accomplishing many different ends.  Without humility, pride strives to be better only to be stopped by the arrogance of not acknowledging its faults and limitations.  This form of pride results in a person who demands perfection from himself, and will continuously strive for this impossible ideal.  These people show extreme arrogance, not listening to advice.  Although excellent at what they do, they eventually isolate themselves from any form of feedback or critique.  Humbleness is also defined as, “having a feeling of insignificance, inferiority, subservience, etc” (“Humbleness”).  Many times this humility can grow till it becomes a form of pride in itself.  In Screwtape Letters, C.S. Lewis expresses this concept in the form of a devil’s suggestion, “Catch him at the moment when he is really poor in spirit and smuggle into his mind the gratifying reflection, ‘By jove! I’m being humble’, and almost immediately pride — pride at his own humility — will appear” (Lewis. Wikiquote.).  Many times this humility creeps in subtlety, making it even more dangerous than blatant arrogance.  People who possess this form of pride – false humility – get caught in a downward spiral which does not allow for improvement as it wallows in mediocrity and grows to be a self-fulfilling prophecy.  While these two forms of pride are negative, with appropriate humility, pride allows critical examination and positive progress towards a better end.

            Pride rooted in reality juxtaposes the prideful strive to become better with the humility to acknowledge and correct any faults found along the way.  Pride knows one’s self, while humility knows one’s faults.  Situations that require critical thinking and talent to solve necessitate a pride that knows itself, what it can accomplish, and ultimately its limitations.  This mindset requires humility for without it the user, the situation, and anyone involved risk catastrophic failure.  For a businessman to be successful he must have a pride in his work and a pride that does not settle for good enough; along with the humility to correct his mistakes and learn from those better than him.  For a search and rescue team to be effective, the members of the team must have pride above and beyond the average citizen, but also the wisdom of humility to consider a situation and realize their human limitations.  Any life situation encountered involves this struggle between true pride and humility.  Understanding true pride and humility allow the person to use both effectively toward a better self, life and environment.

              Human nature struggles with this relationship as it would prefer to run with whatever thought or emotion that arises in the moment.  As such, this alliance between pride, humility and the human nature tiptoes a very fine line.  Pride is not always negative as humility is not always positive.  Pride rooted in reality and humility as its synonym allow for life lived to the fullest, permitting mistakes as a part of the process of changing, adapting and improving itself and its environment.  Without humility there would be nothing to improve.  Without pride there would be no desire to improve.  Both are necessary to life.

Works Cited

“Humble.” Collinslanguage.com. HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2011. Web. 9 October 2011

“Humbleness.” Dictionary.com. Dictionary.com, 2011. Web. 9 October 2011.

 Lewis, C.S. “Screwtape Letters.” Wikiquote.org. Wikipedia. 29 August 2011. Web. 11 October 2011.

 “Pride.” Dictionary.com. Dictionary.com, 2011. Web. 9 October 2011.

“Pride.” Encarta Dictionary: English (North America.). Microsoft Word, 2007. Computer Software. 9 October 2011.

The Holy Bible (English Standard Version). Wheaton, Illinois: Crossway Bibles, 2007. Electronic.

Week 8 (I actually counted)

Crazy that it’s week 8!  I’m almost two-thirds of the way through my semester!  Goodness.  I have a feeling that all this time flying will come to an abrupt end as the semester gets closer to actually ending.  It’s the way it is sometimes, and I feel it coming.

Anyway, let’s play a number game (well, not really a “game” more like I tell you something in a creative/semi-creative way).  It’s been 8 weeks since school started — 1 week since softball ended — 5 days since I started my wrestling match with the military healthcare system — 1 day since I signed up for clinicals — 4-1/2 weeks till my first ER shift — 6 weeks till Thanksgiving! — 7 weeks till Final — 8 weeks till Practical — and 9 weeks till we leave for Hawaii!  When you say it like that it makes it sound much sooner…

This isn't my actual calender -- This one's too pretty.

I know I left everyone on the edge of their seats with that, “Check back soon!” nonsense.  Did I?  Even just a little bit?  Humor me.

Well, way back when I wrote that post I miscounted (see theme) till I would be doing what I was doing yesterday — signing up for clinicals.  See clinicals are like the crunch time, the make it or break it, the buck stops here, the true determiner of whether or not you can make it in the business (Well, that and passing the class, final, practical, and national written, but eh, who’s keeping track?)  And I’ve been looking forward to this since class started.  So yesterday I find myself frozen with planner in hand, petrified I will make a wrong decision about shift days and times.  What if no one gets hurt?  What if all I see are over-protective moms bringing in their snot-nosed kids?  What if they hate me? What if I’m an idiot and schedule myself right before a big assignment is due (hence planner, but it still crossed my mind)? etc… You get my drift.  Conquering my overwhelming fears, I signed up for two shifts, a morning (0700-1500) and a day (1500-2300) a week apart in November.  I didn’t completely conquer my fears, however, because I’m still nervous I made the wrong decision.  But nervousness is good.  Right?  For 16 hours I get to shadow some person around in the ER and watch, learn and help when I can.  I’ve been in enough ERs to know what basically happens so I’m pretty excited (even about the snot-nosed kids).

That was my big announcement, I hope you guys are satisfied.  If you aren’t…sorry.

More to come later this week about a really interesting concept I’m wrestling through for a paper!

Sphygmomanometer.

According to my friend Emily’s blog, my last blog post was two weeks ago.  For that reason I feel I’m definitely due for another overdue blog post :)

For starters. I’M TIRED OF BEING SICK!!  Okay, that’s out of the way.  I think I’m going on almost week two of the cold that won’t let go.  It’s quite frustrating, especially now that it’s not bad enough to be couch-ridden and watch movies all day, but still bad enough that I worry about lip-drying effect of having to breathe through my nose all night.  And the cough.  It’s gone from slight, end-of-cold cough, to annoying tickle-in-the-back-of-your-thoat hacking, to productive, phlegm coughing to, finally, the dry tickle it is right now.  Yay.  Maybe I’ll blame it on the changing weather :)

So far I have nine of the twenty sets of vital signs I need for my EMT class.  It’s curious how many people giggle when you tell them to look straight at you to check their pupils.  Is there something I’m missing?  And please, there is a difference between touching somebody for a medical purpose, i.e. breath sounds, skin temp, respirations, and just touching somebody.  I would never dream of coming up to a random guy and putting my hands on his chest, wrist and forehead, but when taking vitals I don’t even think about it.  But I notice, especially when guys are examining girls, they usually leave the listening for breath sounds at the front (chest) till last.  Just do it.  I’m not going to bite you.  Oh well.

Blood pressure.  I’m learning by trial and error that I can trust my gut when I think I’m hearing something.  I was taking BP on someone and it was low, so low I was convinced I was wrong, but when I palpated the BP it came back exactly what I had heard.  So, I think I’m better at this than I think I am.  Although, I still need to do a bunch more before I feel comfortable.

This is an incorrect method as your thumb has its own pulse and you can hear that pulse through your stethoscope instead of the one your listening for...bad file picture.

Okay, this post is getting boring…Sorry.  I was all excited to sit down and write something out, but now I can’t remember what I was so excited about?

The next post won’t be two weeks from now.  I promise.  Mostly because I know that in the next week things will be happening that are very exciting :) Stay tuned!

Random fact of the week:  A BP cuff is also know as a sphygmomanometer.  That’s right.

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