It has been two years, two months, eighteen days, and twenty three hours since I have worked in an ambulance (At the time I am writing this).
The counter in my head never stops. I can’t forget the day in February that I was injured, because it was also the day that my heart broke.
I think it is rare for anyone nowadays to be able to say that they love their job. It is even more rare for a 20-year-old to have their first serious career be a career they can truly say they loved.
Some would say that I am being over-dramatic, and I guess I am, but it hurts. There is a piece missing from my heart. Everyday since the day my back was injured has been a horrible reminder of a lost love. Every pain shooting down my leg, the constant muscle spasms in my back, the feeling like my…
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