:yea: I loved paramedicine in the same exact way I imagine I'd love cocaine. It's playing Russian roulette for 24 hours straight every other day, either having the purest adrenaline rush ever or seeing something that breaks you multiple times per hour. No logic to it, no predicting what's next or when, you're stuck just arbitrarily preparing for trauma that you're hyper-aware of and need to be physically primed for. That's such a wildly inhumane job that I'm shocked people can make full careers out of it. Every part of our animal psyche is designed to flee from everything you have to run toward in emergency medicine.
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I found a YouTube link in your post. Here are links to the same video on alternative frontends that protect your privacy:
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