Well, it’s been a month since I posted last.  If I remember correctly, I was about two weeks away from starting Medic class, and worry was starting to set in.  I was worried I was making a mistake.  Maybe, just maybe, I had jumped into this a little prematurely.  Perhaps I needed to just hold off one more year longer, build up my skills a little more, and jump in feet first all over again.  To be totally honest, I wasn’t worried.  I was scared to death that I had set myself up to fail.  So much so, that I spent about 10 minutes sitting in my car, having an argument with myself about whether or not I should start walking into that building.  Fear had crept in, and was staring me right in the face.  Taunting me like a linebacker daring the QB to sneak across the goal line on him.  Failure isn’t an option at this point, and I was thinking I would just avoid the possibility of it happening all together

Nevertheless, I went in.  And 5 classes later, I am glad I decided to.  My instructor is amazing.  A man that has been in EMS almost as long as I have been alive.  His passion for this field mirrors mine.  “Always do what is best for the patient”, and “You don’t need to be nervous until you see I am nervous”, are words that are continuously coming out of his mouth.  He has the ability to take what is projected on the screen in front of us, and put it into real world scenarios.  That in itself is a huge bonus for me.  Every class session, he manages to teach us that little “extra” that isn’t included in the lesson plan.  He believes, and I am in strong agreement with him, that grades aren’t important.  All they are there for is to prove that he is teaching what he needs to, and that you are learning it on paper.  What he cares about, is the end result.  He wants to have 17 people, that he would have no qualms about letting walk into his house and treat one of his grand kids when it’s all said and done.  

My worry about my skills not being honed enough have been squashed here in the two weeks of class as well.  He is a firm believer that ALS means nothing without a strong BLS background.  And without solid basic skills, you will never be a great medic.  So we have worked on those skills.  Twice a week, for 3 hours each day.  Basic skills…the funny thing is, although they should just be refreshers for me, I have learned some things.  Different techniques and way to use those most basic of skills. 

I can’t promise when I’ll be able to post again, but I thought I would give a brief update to keep you all up to speed on how things are going.  Until that time, be safe everyone.