EMT Revelry

It is time to look up and get things done.  I am dealing with a large amount of tracks coming together to be pulled by my one engine.  At the end of the day, it may spread to others and create a stalling of systems.  December is a month that I have to get so much done.  I just keep ticking the errands off of the list.  I had a dream that I was trying to wake myself from, and I could not.  Finally, I was able to shake awake.  There are few things to create on the page today.  I am just here and putting the small things on the screen.  I have been pretty silent for two days.  I have felt like I did not want to be seen.  I have now emerged from the rabbit hole, and I write to keep the network solid.  People from my past will soon meet people from my future, and my present will be more solid.  Study will be part of the play, and I will hopefully be safer from Wiccan every day.  I sense that EMT's are coming on board.  Now talk about a dark sense of humor and revelry.  There is a joke for every part of life.  Their view and response to Wiccan is very sharp, and these (mostly women) "patients" have no idea what is coming.  Call 911 and see what shows up at your door.  I think that it is sweet because I have dealt with it all.  I trained my own paramedic marines when I was a baby for when they would respond to a call at my residence.  I had to teach them to break my ribs, not my spine, during CPR.  They were doing it like they saw on TV.  I yelled them into position and they became a skilled team for this OPERATOR.  Well guys, tunnel through morning, noon, and night, and keep EMT's away from my heart and lungs.  Just tell them to show me that I have vitals, and I will believe.  We can then keep the "bus" on the road to the chambers of The ER.