One Star Day
I started the morning off by going on a call shortly after the work day started. We had to have a police officer accompany us to the hospital in the back of the ambulance. He joked with me about my driving. When we got to the hospital I stopped. Put the ambulance in neutral and then looked down to grab a pair of gloves. Chia said "We're moving". I hit the brakes, but we hit the curb with the front tire and went up on it. I felt so embarrassed and like total crap.
In the hospital I got some ribbing over it. But was killed me was the was going to be written up. Not necessarily a punishment thing, but to document it. I really started to feel down. I don't want something like that in my file. I don't know if that is where it will go, but I just don't see anything good coming out of them.
The rest of the day I really didn't want to be around anyone. I did the work I needed to do and then hid away in my bedroom. I had some softball games tonight but I didn't really feel like going to start with.
I ended up going and it was a good thing because we were playing short handed as it was. I was going to have to pitch. It was not a good start. I was pitching as bad as I did when I tried to pitch a couple weeks ago. But I fought through it and started to get my ability and confidence back. By the second game I felt like I had command of my pitching.
The first game I started to come out of my bad feeling. By the second game I was feeling better. I was hitting the ball well. We won the first game by a run after being down by a lot. The second game we lost by a run, but we had a good come back. It wasn't a bad day on the field overall.
Then I went back to the station. I was starting to get my bad feeling back. After I got changed I was in my bedroom when a knock on the door came. It was the captain. It was time to write up what had happened. I sat in his office as he talked to me. Then he gave me a form I had to fill out. That really sucked.
After I got it done I went back to the bedroom. I needed the day over with.
In the hospital I got some ribbing over it. But was killed me was the was going to be written up. Not necessarily a punishment thing, but to document it. I really started to feel down. I don't want something like that in my file. I don't know if that is where it will go, but I just don't see anything good coming out of them.
The rest of the day I really didn't want to be around anyone. I did the work I needed to do and then hid away in my bedroom. I had some softball games tonight but I didn't really feel like going to start with.
I ended up going and it was a good thing because we were playing short handed as it was. I was going to have to pitch. It was not a good start. I was pitching as bad as I did when I tried to pitch a couple weeks ago. But I fought through it and started to get my ability and confidence back. By the second game I felt like I had command of my pitching.
The first game I started to come out of my bad feeling. By the second game I was feeling better. I was hitting the ball well. We won the first game by a run after being down by a lot. The second game we lost by a run, but we had a good come back. It wasn't a bad day on the field overall.
Then I went back to the station. I was starting to get my bad feeling back. After I got changed I was in my bedroom when a knock on the door came. It was the captain. It was time to write up what had happened. I sat in his office as he talked to me. Then he gave me a form I had to fill out. That really sucked.
After I got it done I went back to the bedroom. I needed the day over with.
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