Two More Shifts
I am officially down to my last two shifts, and this time there is definitely no surprise extension coming. I just finished my last night shift, which was very bitter sweet because 1) it was my last night shift but 2) I am sooooo exhausted. Because of my reliability and dedication throughout the summer, the station director has come to rely on me to fill in every night shift in which there are no volunteers. Because nobody actually wants to do night shifts, I end up doing at least 4 a week which is a lot of nights without sleep. On top of that, I almost always continue through morning because morning shifts are even more fun than night shifts, so my norm has become 16 hours of ambulance time and (maybe) 2 hours of sleep time. It feels like I don't even get tired until I get home, and then the fact that humans need to sleep every once in a while hits me like a bag of bricks.
Attached are some pictures that were unknowingly taken of me after I passed out as soon as I walked through the door at the end of cruising through Israel for 20 something hours.
One of the saddest parts about ending this summer is how much I've gotten used to this life style. Even if I were to come back for another summer, there is no way to replicate what I am experiencing right now. No doubt I will have to learn all new protocols, meet all new people, and basically start from square one.This is one of the reasons I take on as many shifts as physically possible, because I want to make the most of what I have before it's gone forever. Everyone at the station has come to know me as the "American who isn't really American and cares way to much", and it makes me sad to think that when I leave I will slowly fade from their memories and the imprint that I have made at the station will be trampled by those who follow. Hopefully I will be able to stay in touch with the people who I have gotten close with during the past couple months, because there is definitely no way I am never coming back.
Also, I have no idea what they are gonna do about those night shifts when I'm gone... I hope they can figure that out.


Attached are some pictures that were unknowingly taken of me after I passed out as soon as I walked through the door at the end of cruising through Israel for 20 something hours.
One of the saddest parts about ending this summer is how much I've gotten used to this life style. Even if I were to come back for another summer, there is no way to replicate what I am experiencing right now. No doubt I will have to learn all new protocols, meet all new people, and basically start from square one.This is one of the reasons I take on as many shifts as physically possible, because I want to make the most of what I have before it's gone forever. Everyone at the station has come to know me as the "American who isn't really American and cares way to much", and it makes me sad to think that when I leave I will slowly fade from their memories and the imprint that I have made at the station will be trampled by those who follow. Hopefully I will be able to stay in touch with the people who I have gotten close with during the past couple months, because there is definitely no way I am never coming back.
Also, I have no idea what they are gonna do about those night shifts when I'm gone... I hope they can figure that out.
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