How soon we forget about our "friends."
In 2007-2009, I was the biggest wacker in my volunteer fire company. I would spend hours everyday just sitting around the firehouse talking to everyone, and cleaning the trucks. The firehouse was my life. Yes, I was that person at wore all the firefighting memorabilia and T-shirts.
I would jump up and run out of the house at 3:30 am for an AFA.
Then everything went to shit. It all started with a car accident in May of last year.
I was hit by a driver. It was early in evening, so I didn't think that the driver would be allegedly under the influence. I was figuring seizure, diabetes, or sleep deprivation.
I had been in a previous car accident in 2007. But I was able to work through a lot of my issues with physical therapy, Lumbar punctures and chiropractic care.
Prior to the accident, I tested for my roller derby team and made the inter-league team. We tested monthly, so I got cycled out of the travel team. Even though I didn't make the team, Everything was looking up. Even my sprained knee couldn't hold me back.
Then I was hit. The damage to the car was minimal. The hit shocked me. And because there is an open case, I can't go into detail about what else happened. I was in so much pain, but I worried about my babies. The nine month old was screaming, the teen was denying he was hurt.
With everything go on, I was not about to be strapped down to a board. I didn't know the tech and if anything happened to my kids I wanted to ready.
In September 2009, I was diagnosed with a mass on my lung. I still used a lot of my free time to serve as a volunteer. Which is tough for a breast feeding momma. I was scared, but I needed something to take my mind off the tumor. I survived in silence.
I rehabbed myself. I went through test after test. I got better physically, but emotionally I was a wreck.
In 2009, I got married, had a child, and battled a horrible disease and laughed in it's face. Did anyone from the fire company call me?
Anyone?
Nope.
Which could be another reason I have not been a die hard volunteer lately. Instead, I got a great big headache of refusal.
Because, I wasn't around as much as I was before. They're refusing to sign me up for classes. Refusing to train me. Really has left a bad taste my mouth.
Do I want to be back at the firehouse? More then anything. My life has changed. I have baby now. I have illnesses, I have to deal with. I tried to come back sooner then my doctors and specialist recommended. I was missing classes left and right because I kept getting hospitalized.
I want to be 100% or 99% before I put myself or anyone else life in danger.
Ask yourself this question, would you want your volunteer firefighter completely healthy before they try to help you? If you are an employer, won't you want this for your employee?
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2 comments:
I got the same thing from what used to be my department. When I was mobilized in 2003, I never got any type of contact (nor did my wife at the time) from them. The same when I was mobilized again in 2006-7. What killed me was I was STATESIDE for both mobilizations.
Seems like if you don't fit in (or not one of the chief's sons/nephews) you're shit in the department
I got the same response when I got a job out of state. I tried to continue running calls while I was commuting 70 miles one way 3 days a week for work. Then I moved and never heard from anyone, not as to why after 7 years I just stopped showing up, then when I just happened to be in town and drove for a call someone tried to turn me in for practicing as a medic with an expired state cert, when in fact I wasnt treating the pt, just driving the ambulance for a medic friend so they wouldnt scratch. I thought at least the EMS Chief would ask me what was going on, after all I considered him a friend...
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