JERAMEDIC

I am Medic, and for that I am quite an interesting creature. I come from a military ancestry. My family was in all of the great wars, and the not so great as well.

In the the mid 1900′s I slowly grew and fought for a place in the world. In the 1970′s, a landmark television show told my stories every week And helped to introduce my mission to the public.

During the 1990′s and early 2000′s, I educated my self  and battled legislation and health care reform.

Now today I am once again in the media (a bit more then in the 70′s) and I am preparing to move forward in my life.

But as glamorous as my life may sound, there is another side. The side that is lost and confused. The side that is poor. The side that is disrespected and misunderstood  by the public and my medical piers. The side that is expected to work faster, better, longer, 24/7 no matter what.

I am the bastard child of health care and the foster child of the fire service. Neither of my parents know what to do with me, and they get mad at me when I ask them for help.

I care a lot about my self and for the people in this world, but I find it harder and harder to do even the minimum anymore. Some times I feel like I should run away and leave the world and my so called “friends” behind. To leave them alone to handle their own emergencies them selves. maybe once I’m gone they’ll realize how important I was, and how wrong the were to treat me that way.

The sad part is that no matter how bad it gets, I don’t think I could ever leave. I’ve been here too long. The need is so big and I care too much to go now. I would work for free and drag myself on bloody stumps to just help one more unfortunate soul.

I am lost. I am confused. And I really need to sleep. What can I do?

Well let me think…..

I am extremely resourceful, and can do more with less. Hell what can I say, I’m used to it.

I can do five things with two hands and never break a sweat.

I have never met you, but in 10 minutes will know everything about you.

I can diagnose from across the room.

I have never been to medical school, but have gone toe to toe with many physicians .

I know my community intimately and it’s citizens better then any mayor has.

I will care for you when you are ill. I will hold your hand when you are afraid.

I will witness horror and tragedy without flinching, and find the good in any situation.

I am honest, caring, trustworthy, smart, professional, resilient, and unrelentingly passionate about  helping others.

I am Here, and the time for change is now. And I’m not going down without a fight.

I Am Medic, Hear Me Roar!