Thanks for asking cuz!
I hate to complain but this morning's a bit difficult. I didn't sleep well last night because of the pain in my jaw. It's not really a toothache. When I get tense I clench my jaw and I think I grind my teeth at night. Then my jaw muscles spasm and the pain radiates into my teeth, my ear, and all the way down the side of my head. Acetaminophen seems to be helping and I'm icing and heating it. Xanax helps at night but puts me to sleep so I don't dare to take it during the day. I've been thinking of going to urgent care but all they could do is give me a muscle relaxer and that will make me sleepy too. Sorry about the complaints. Nobody in RL even knows my jaw hurts.
I've been thinking about the guy we raced to the hospital yesterday. One of my EMT friends shared something on FB yesterday that said something like this.
Saying EMTs and firefighters aren't affected by what they see and do is like saying somebody can walk through water without getting wet.
The things I see and do don't really bother me. Bad things happen and somebody needs to be there and I'm proud that it can be me. But they sometimes make me think. I live in a small town so quite often I know the people we're transporting. I went to school with the guy we transported yesterday. He was three years younger than me and he and my younger brother were good friends. He was really popular; easygoing, good looking, and a talented musician. I lost touch with him over the years and I didn't know much about his life until a couple of months ago. His house is just around the corner from D32's and the street was filled with cops and fire trucks when his house was raided and he was arrested for running a meth lab. When we picked him up yesterday he was back home living alone while awaiting trial. Nobody had heard from him for a couple of days. He'd been lying on the floor for an unknown amount of time and was hypothermic among other things. We wanted too fly him to the city but the bird wasn't available so we transported him to our local hospital. He was still alive when we left the ER but I wouldn't be surprised to learn that he didn't make it.
It's a shame he's ended up the way he has. He obviously made some bad choices and now they've caught up with him. OTOH, I tried to do all of the right things yet here I am, 57yo, living by myself and alone most of the time and I could understand it if my wife had died but I still can't wrap my mind around this.
I think it's possible that my wife spending more time with the family could be a good sign. Or not. The last two times I spoke with my wife she made a point of telling me she's not on FB anymore because she can't handle the drama. I agreed that there's a lot of drama but I told her I've been on it quite a bit because I'm friends on FB now with a lot of my friends from the fire department and ambulance squad. This morning I noticed she had liked something D32 just posted so it looks like she's back on FB. Does it mean anything? Who knows? It could be hopeful but I'm afraid to have hope now that I'm just 54 days from DDay. But I had a good cry when I saw it and that made my jaw feel a little better.
I'd better get my day started. I'm driving to the city today and staying overnight so I can be there early in the morning to run the half marathon. And some good news. I have my online course ready for next week so I'm off for the rest of the week.
Thanks for being my online therapy group. Sorry about the long answer to your short question UKS.