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So yesterday I took my psychomotor EMT test. And I dont freakin remember if i said oxygen 15lpm via nonrebreather. I feel like Ive been saying it too much, that my mind is all blurry and I dont even remember if i said it when it mattered the most. Ugh. I just. Can i just knock out until friday night. Dont get me wrong, had an awesome afternoon-night with my EMT family, eating at iron age, leaving 3 hours early to get to the test site because they told us traffic will be very very bad. Left at 14:45 and got to the test site at 15:15 (test starts at 18:00). So we had 2 and a half hours to spare. Decided to play cards because no electronics allowed in the facility. Learned how to play capitalism, started out as vice pres, then got demoted all the way to scum scum and stayed there until almost the very end. Ended strong as the president. Haha. I was #35 on the list, started with random skills. And guess what i got? Freakinnnn backboard. I knew, i knew i was going to get that. Instructor didnt stop me so im guessing I did not use up all my time. I think i said everything i needed to. (Hopefully). Next i was given the opportunity to choose my poison, ended up choosing trauma. Ugh. I dont regret it tho, it was good to have a familiar face in the room. But damn, freakin oxygen. Last was medical, pretty straight forward. Hopefully i did not mess anything up there. I was doing so well last night, i was at the point of dont-care-if-i-fail-i-fail. After sleeping for 3 hours, i woke up panicking about the freakin oxygen. Why? Whyyyyyy? Ugh. I dont want to freakin fail. I know i know everything. I memorize every single detail. I can do it in my sleep, but whyyyyyy. Oxygen. Of all the things. Oxygen.
I also got my hoodie and shirt from Chief Miller today, and least I have that going for me.
Gym in a bit, gotta get macho for fire school. 🙃
