Wicked

Butch on the Rig here.

Boston transplant, Senior EMT at PTMC, 34, she/they. Been sober 6 years and still can’t stand the taste of most non-alcoholic beer. Drive a truck covered in New England sports stickers that pisses off half of Pittsburgh on a daily basis. Got a rescue German Shepherd named Echo who’s better behaved than most of the people I deal with on shift.

I bring the chaos in, patch people up, then go home and pretend I’m not thinking about it. Big on dry humor, late-night coffee, and calling people out when they need it. If you stutter when I tease you… that’s between you and your nervous system.

Here for:

EMT/paramedic memes that hurt in a funny way

Boston sports (Bruins stay winning)

Butch fashion and “this is how I dress to haul patients” looks

Soft moments with my dog and the very few people I actually like (Yes Judge that means you)

Occasionally roasting one specific intense resident (you know who you are)

Don’t be a dick. Don’t trauma dump in my asks without warning. Echo gets final say on who’s allowed in this space.

If you’re cool, we’re cool. If you make me laugh, I might even be nice to you.

Now go touch grass or whatever.

We’ve somehow become gym buddies now. She spots me on bench, I correct her deadlift, and we both complain about how our bodies hate us after night shifts.

She still brings a Monster with her though. I told her if she drinks it before we lift I’m making her do extra squats. She called me a tyrant. I told her tyrants don’t spot your bench for you.

We’re going again tomorrow. This is my life now.

Echo was very offended we left her this morning. She’s currently giving me the cold shoulder from the end of the couch.

Just had a guy try to fight me because I wouldn’t let him smoke in the rig. Sir. You have a collapsed lung. The oxygen is literally coming out of your face.

Anyway I won. He’s in the hospital and I’m here with my third coffee.

Left a Monster in the breakroom fridge for the kid with a note that said “one. that’s it.”

Came back two hours later and the note was gone and there were two empty cans in the trash.

Got me wanting her hands pinning me, her mouth on my neck, that smirk while she makes me wait for it.

Want her to push me against the lockers and remind me exactly who’s in charge when the uniforms come off.

She’s the only reason I haven’t completely lost it since moving here. Don’t tell her I said that.