Trauma shears

leaving the pharmacy blue drug bag swinging in my right hand I pushed the door to the ER receiving vestibule open. navigating the wheelchairs and patients I looked up and saw a bright blonde head sitting at the screening table just inside the entrance. hearing someone walking behind her she turned, our eyes met and she smiled. the very first thing I noticed was she was incredibly pretty, and incredibly young. early 20s, too young for me. I smiled back politely and said hi. hitting the door to the outside I felt the sun and wind wash across me, a smile broke across my face.

“took you long enough” my partner yelled at me from across the parking lot.

I shot her a sarcastic reply and tossed the drug bag in the locker. climbing into the passenger seat and pulling up the computer Brandy suggested going for a smoke. before I had the opportunity to reply the pager alarmed, again, for the tenth timed today even though it was only lunch. dif breather, 1 word dyspnea, 9 minute drive to scene. my partner cursed, pulling out of the parking lot she flipped the sirens and hit the lights.

this was just a normal day. at least I thought it was. I was wrong. today was a foundational day of my life. it would sculpt the next 2 years of my life in ways I could never imagine. take me to the highest of peaks and the lowest crevices I could ever imagine. as I write this I still don’t know the end. likely it will end in much the same fashion as it started slowly, unraveling over a period of months if not years.