It’s that thing that we all say we want, but we all hate.
It’s what we think will make us calmer, but causes anxiety along the way.
It’s what we think is the end, but is really just the first step.
Going through a couple of those right now myself.
Not something I can openly and easily talk about, or would want to… yet.
Stop. Relax. Nothings wrong with me physically other than those chronic conditions. Mentally my situation is normal, still certifiable, but really that shouldn’t be breaking news to anyone.
It just got me to thinking about how often we want things to change, to be different, to be other than what they are and then when either the opportunity to make that happen or it just happens organically we end up professing hatred, having anxiety, and fearing the unknown of what it was we thought we wanted in the first place. We are a complex, indecisive, and contradiction riddled species.
Yet, here’s the other thing about change, no matter how big it is… it’s really still the same thing at the core.
Sure the cosmetics and look can change, which is the most obvious and jarring at first but soon becomes familiar.
You can change the methods and processes, which seems insurmountable and hard to learn but eventually becomes routine.
You can change the culture, which always seems to hardest to do but with consistency, a standard, and time can happen anywhere.
The one thing that doesn’t ever really change at the core is the purpose.
Which brings me to the purpose of EMS. If you’ve read my book (now in its Second Edition) 25 Things They Should Have Taught You In Medic School… But Didn’t, then you probably already know where I’m going with this.
When change happens in EMS we fear it, loathe it, and decry what it is that we actually have the opportunity to do in the life of a patient every time we get assigned that call.
Essentially, we hate ourselves.
Thankfully the patients don’t (all) hate us. Their okay with change if their in a bad spot, but are usually against it when they don’t necessarily realize they are in a bad spot. There will always be those RMAs, there will always be those belligerents who don’t realize just how much they actually did drink, and there will always be those who at first are opposing, but eventually become receptive. Every patient is different.
Every EMS garage is different.
It’s important to remember that.
It’s important to stop hating ourselves.
It’s important that if we’ve spent a life eating chicken, that at least we try the steak and put aside the greatest fear within us… that we may like it.
I know… it’s rambling. I know… it’s cryptic. But it’s cathartic… therapeutic… and more importantly, at least it isn’t on Facebook garnering wonderous comments and the fraudulent likes.