My dad just text me and said that he got a new chariot. He then sent me pictures of his new truck. My dad is so darn adorable, I swear.
I’m almost done with EMT school, and I can verify this 100%. We don’t give a shit what you’ve taken or how illegal it may be. We want to know what and how much so we can save your ass. Unless its directly related to a crime scene in some way, we don’t tell.
It makes me enraged and also deeply saddened that the police state has become so entwined with every aspect of our lives that people are afraid to tell the truth to people trying to render them with emergency care. We’ve broken ourselves.
Boost because everyone should know!!!
I’m usually not one of these “everyone must reblog this” types, but this one can actually save a life if people see it.
Remember in the 90’s there used be a room in your house that was called the “computer room”.
If you guys think libraries are boring places to work then let me tell you, my coworker and I used to hide notes for reach other in the Yiddish dictionary in the reserved section of the library with hints as to where we hid plastic horses in a massive themed scavenger hunt because we worked opposite shifts