The day has come

One day that I was begining to have serious doubts that would ever arrive is finally here. The day I pass my medic test. I am officially a Paramedic.

Here is an excerpt from a post that I never got around to posting earlier this month. (for ease, I am just combining them both into one)

2-3-09:
"Two years and six months ago I began what I would come to know as two of the most challenging, stressful, and rewarding years of my life to date. Paramedic school. Yet after all that work, all that dedication, it all comes down to one test. One weakness that I, for some reason, cannot overcome. It is so stressful and heartbreaking to know that people are counting on me and think that I can pass this test when I don't. I technically only get one more chance. One more time to prove myself. I have put the pressure on myself, that didn't work. I was confident in myself, that didn't work. So whats left? Half-ass it like I did everything else? Quitting isn't an option, but the though and ease have been so tempting lately..."

I am so relieved to have taken and passed the test. It is like a thousand pounds lifted off of my shoulders. So now what? I guess I am off into the real world. Working. Paying of loans (boo!) and just living life I guess! Which I am totally and completely okay with.

I start my first official paramedic shift this coming Saturday, and while it isn't much, it is the beginning of what I hope and pray will be an awesome and fun and challenging career.

Thanks to everyone who helped me with classes, who helped me stay sane, who helped me with monetary issues, and everyone who just made me laugh on days that I wanted to quit. I appreciate everything you had and have to offer!

Love always, KK