I’ve been there. I’ve treated the same addicts again and again. Most of the time they were grateful, ashamed and humble when the narcan brought them back. Sometimes they were arrogant, hostile and kind of scary.
It took me some time, but once I got it into my thick skull that these are people suffering with a sickness that has permeated their soul, thinking, and physical state I was able to do the job I was trained to do without judging, holding back or sharing those dark thoughts that every EMT and Paramedic with a few years under their belt has had.
I read this firefighter’s post, figured it probably doesn’t define him, might just be a momentary lapse of reason. Too bad for him, most people don’t see it that way.