Man, my arm hurts. I think I pulled something over the weekend… which is funny because it was Medic 999 who was the one handing me my hindquarters in an arm-wrestling match. In my defense, the sun was in my eyes, the gravity was especially strong on his side of the table, and um… the… (There’s gotta be another plausible excuse for losing to a limey… There’s not? Oh well)
The weekend I spent with my lovely wife Gkemtp(it) in San Francisco to go visit my buddies The Happy Medic and Medic999 could be summed up in one word: “Awesome”. I could say it was profound, I could say it was “Bitchin”, and I could also say that meeting the two biggest EMS bloggers and the other fantastic people I met changed my world view and reenergized me on this profession. The word “Awesome” just seems to fit though.
Seriously, between the time I got to spend with Justin and Mark, The Angry Captain and Justin’s wonderful family, the time I spent talking to some wonderfully dynamic people at the Tweetup, and the time I got to spend meeting Thaddeus Setla and The ‘Dridge something changed in my world view.
It’s hard to say that someone like me can become cynical to something that I love so much. I don’t know if you can tell it in my writing, but I really do love EMS as much as I say that I do here on the blog. It’s just that someone like me who really and truly wants the profession to change for the best can become disillusioned when it feels like they’re constantly and consistently hitting their head against brick walls. I had recently asked one of my coworkers if anyone actually cared about EMS anymore. Sure, I get a decent bit of traffic here from people who obviously are caring and concerned about the profession and their patients, but sometimes a guy just needs a face-to-face meeting with people who are just as committed and share the same goals.
And well, folks, I got that.
Today’s headline on the blog could read: “Ckemtp heads off to San Francisco for Chronicles of EMS: Becomes reenergized. Finds no Rice-a-Roni and no limits either. Thinks he can change the world and knows we can do it.”
I haven’t felt this energized, this positive, or this good about EMS since I was a brand new paramedic with a brand new paramedic card. I tweeted that if I could make every paramedic, EMT, and other EMS person feel the way I feel about EMS after the Tweetup, that our profession and whole society would change for the better overnight.
So hold on to your hats folks, because that’s just what I intend to do.
Justin and Mark, The Happy Medic and Medic999 respectively, are two stand-up guys who really are just who you expect them to be. Their blogs really are what the medium truly should be, a place where they communicate to their readers their true thoughts, feelings, and emotions so much so that you feel like you really know them. Meeting them face-to-face, I felt like we were friends who’d known each other for years already. Even though Mark has a nearly incomprehensible accent. (Wait, wait… no, we settled that. Per the arm-wrestling outcome I am obligated to say that his accent is perfectly fine)
Thanks guys, you’re an inspiration. Thanks to everyone who came out to see us at the tweetup and to everyone who watched live over the interwebz. All of you showed me that there really are people out there who care about EMS just as much as I do. This is fantastic. I intend to help leverage this collaboration and cooperation between us to help us change the profession together. I know we can.
So hold on to your hats folks, from here on out it’s going to get interesting. From where I sit there just aren’t any walls out there anymore that we can’t smash through. I’m truly excited and I intend to change the world. With your help, there’s no stopping us.
It’s just plain awesome.
Justin, have fun over there in England with Mark playing in their funny looking sickly lime green ambulances professional and sharp looking equipment with Mark’s limey coworkers. I’m figuring it’ll be a hoot! Mark, take good care of him like I know you will. I can’t wait to see what you guys turn this in to. You’ve got my full support! For what it’s worth… now that I can’t really move my right arm.