Archive for August2017

Caregiver, or taker?

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He said she didn’t give him his medications’ she said she did. After 27 years of marriage, it had come to this. For the last seven years she was his caretaker. He was confined to his bed for the most part after three heart attacks and a stroke rendering him disabled. It looked like she […]

Timeless Deeds

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By Michael Morse If I told this story once, I have told it a million times. When I had no hope, nowhere to turn and no answers, I called 911. My father was in the final stages of brain cancer, my mother was at the end of her rope caring for him, and I was […]

Lasting Impression

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He was dead. His friends paced the room, smoking cigarettes, sneaking glances at their fallen comrade. He died sitting in his favorite chair, or at least his most recent favorite. One of the smoking guys had let him stay with him these last few months, he had nowhere else to go. The doctors at the […]

Piss is my favorite

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Overheard in the back of Rescue 1, during a clean-up. “Piss isn’t too bad.” “Puke is the worst.” “Nah, shit’s worse than puke, any day.” “Blood is easy, it doesn’t stink.” “That’s why piss isn’t bad, easy clean-up.” “Old piss is pretty bad.” “New shit is worse than old shit.” “It’s still runny.” “Speaking of […]

Nobody told me

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By Michael Morse EMS was something that I had to learn if I wanted to be a firefighter. I didn’t embrace it. I went through the motions, memorized rather than learned, and barely passed the exams that were needed to obtain my certification. I took the EMT Basic class with about seventy like-minded individuals, all […]