So, ask me why I'm awake at 4:33 a.m. Well, it's because I slept from 5-8 p.m. yesterday. It's because I was on the phone from about 11:30 to 2:30 with Alex. It's because I just got out of the shower. It's because I'm too stupid to sleep. I'm about to take a nap. With (some of) my clothes on. I should have no problem waking up. I will feel like shit. But I'm in that stage now where I'll feel like shit regardless, so why not have an hour and a half of sleep to show for it?
In other news, Fletch is now zero for two in the CPR department. Monday, we ran a code on an early 20s female with some sort of chronic illness that had left her bed-ridden. I've done the bag mask & the defibrillator. This was my first time to do chest compressions. I did "pushy, pushy, blow, blow" all the way to the emergency room, where they declared her dead shortly after our arrival.
The rest of my time (both on-duty and off) has been spent on several departmental issues of a political nature. I've now figured out that whether you work in a cubicle or a fire station, management is just as confusing. However, when there is something that needs addressing, it's nice to know that you have a brotherhood of firefighters to turn to. There is certainly strength in numbers.
Alex is ready to kick it up a notch. She likes me. I think she loves me. Or, at least, I think she thinks she loves me. That would make two women... neither of which I want to cause any harm. I know that I'm enjoying Alex's company more now than ever before (however, we're only seeing each other once or twice a month). Even with that said, I'm not sure if I'm any closer to figuring it all out. ::sigh::