If you think of your life as a book, it will have many chapters, for us widowed folk there is a chapter that ends with our spouse's death, and a chapter of how we cope with it. At some point though, some of us will be ready to move forward and write a new chapter. I'm ready to write it, and this is the story.
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Saturday, November 5, 2011
That last line of my previous post has me remembering with fondness a previous time in my life. A time before I was married and had a child, when I was an active member of the volunteer fire department and an EMT. Specifically my bedside manner. I got to play the role of the grumpy prick with the difficult patients. I think one of my trademark lines went something like this: "Listen, you can either cooperate and let us bring you to the hospital, or sign that you're refusing care, but you'll be calling again in an hour, in a lot worse shape than you are now, and I have a tv show that starts in an hour that I don't want to miss, so cooperate now or take your chances later." I can't remember a patient that didn't change their tune after a few minutes with my blunt dose of reality...
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