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Monday, September 28, 2009

I am pregnant. I'm switching gears from aggessively losing weight to eating healthy.

I am derby girl with the South Jersey Derby Girls. I am on their Training Wheels team. I am currently on leave from the team due to my pregnancy and taking an EMT course at Delaware Fire School.

I am a Firefighter, soon to be EMT with Volunteer Hose Comapany of Middletown. I love being part of an organization that give back to the community. I am currently only riding the ambulance, but at least I can still help others.

I am a mother of one (soon to be two). I like my life so far. it'd been an interesting ride.

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UPFORFUN03 9/28/2009 12:09PM

    Wow, congrats on your new baby! That's very exciting for you! An good luck with the EMT training.

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Bump in the Road

Monday, April 06, 2009

I got out the hospital a few days ago. I had Diverticolous. I found out that it is very dangerous to have when you are pregnant. One week on the feeding tube, has got me to drop 13 pounds fast. Now I have little skinny arms and legs and big belly. Seriously, I look like I'am smuggling a watermelon. I want to start exercising again and get myself back into shape. I want to make sure I won't have a lot of work to slim down after the baby is born.


Back on track

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

I have had a cornucopia of injuries lately I burnt myself a second time about a week after the last one, I tore my knee in October at fireschool, then in January I ha my sinus crushed by a Pt at the hospital in which I work. I have to see a neruologist 3/14, and hope he clears me.

Oh. Yeah. The best part of my head injury..before the did the xray they did a pregnancy test.

Congrats to me...I'm preggers.

Now I have shifted gears from losing weight to eating healthy. WISH ME LUCK, it's going to be a bumpy ride. emoticon



Monday, August 18, 2008

well, it was going to happn sooner or later...I burnt myself. I have second degree burns on my stomach. I was cooking late night and was doing too many things at once and had a splash of water hit my shirt. my shirt instantly melted. With my quick thinking I removed the shirt and began to flush it. I think this is the difference I had between the second and third degree. Even though this was an accident at home, by my own hands. I would go through this pain again for the service of my neighbors, brothers and sisters of "the house." emoticon

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ERINLINDZ 9/3/2008 11:36AM

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Hope you get better soon!

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I wish you could---a very good poem everyone should read

Monday, August 18, 2008


I wish you could see the sadness of a business man as his
livelihood goes up in flames or that family returning home,
only to find their house and belongings damaged or destroyed.

I wish you could know what it is to search a burning bedroom
for trapped children, flames rolling above your head,
your palms and knees burning as you crawl, the floor
sagging under your weight as the kitchen beneath you burns.

I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 3 a.m.
as I check her husband of forty years for a pulse and find none.
I start CPR anyway, hoping against hope to bring him back,
knowing intuitively it is too late. But wanting his wife
and family to know everything possible was done.

I wish you know the unique smell of burning insulation,
the taste of soot-filled mucus, the feeling of intense heat
throughyour turnout gear, the sound of flames crackling,
the erieness of being able to see absolutely nothing in dense
smoke - sensations that I have become too familiar with.

I wish you could understand how it feels to go to school
in the morning after having spent most of the night
hot and soaking wet at a multiple alarm fire.

I wish you could read my mind as I respond to a building fire,
"Is this a false alarm or a working breathing fire? How is the
building constructed? What hazards await me? Is anyone
trapped?" Or to an EMS call, "What is wrong with the patient?
Is it minor or life-treating? Is the caller really in distress
or is he waiting for us with a 2x4 or a gun?

I wish you could be in the emergency room as a doctor
pronounces dead the beautiful little 5 year old girl that I have
been trying to save during the past twenty-five minutes who
will never go on her first date or say the words,
"I love you, Mommy" again.

I wish you could know the frustration I feel in the cab engine,
the driver with his foot pressing down hard on the pedal,
my arm tugging again and again at the air horn chain,
as your feel fail to yield right-of-way at an intersection or in
traffic. When you need us, however, your first comment upon
our arrival will be, "It took your forever to get here!"

I wish you could know my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of
teenage years from the mangled remains of her automobile,
"What if this were my sister, my girlfriend, or a friend?
What were her parents' reactions going to be as they opened
the door to find a police officer hat in hand?"

I wish you could know how it feels to walk in the back door
and greet my parents and family, not having the heart to tell
them that I nearly did not come back from the last call.

I wish you could feel my hurt as people verbally, and sometimes
physically, abuse us or belittle what I do, or as they express
their attitudes of, "It will never happen to me."

I wish you could know realize the physical, emotional and
mental drain or missed meals, lost sleep and forgone social
activities, in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have viewed.

I wish you could know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction
of helping save a life or preserving someone's property, of
being there in times or crisis, or creating order from total chaos.

I wish you could understand what it feels like to have a little
boy tugging at your arm and asking, "Is my Mommy okay?"
Not even being able to look in his eyes without tears from your
own and not knowing what to say. Or to have to hold back a
long-time friend who watches his buddy having rescue breathing
done on him as they take him away in the ambulance.
You know all along he did not have his seat belt on-
sensation that I have become too familiar with.

Unless you have lived this kind of life,
you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am,
what we are, or what our job really mean to us.

I wish you could...

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DDOORN 8/25/2008 1:50PM

    Whoa! What a glimpse into a world thankfully many of us have never seen! Thank you so much for sharing this!

Don, Co-Leader of All Health Professionals SparkTeam

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