Dentist: You shouldn’t feel any pain.
Me: Great.
Dentist: Now close your eyes to keep the debris out.
Me: What?
As I may have mentioned, we moved into a new home about 3 weeks ago.
This isn’t the first home I’ve owned, so either things have changed since I bought my last house, or it’s different when you buy a new build. According to our postal carrier, we’ve been getting mail here since long before we moved in. Technically before we knew our physical address (we just had a lot number). What kind of mail you ask?
As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve been doing martial arts for a while; most of my life if you count high school wrestling. I recently switched from Traditional Taekwon-Do to Karate after moving to Phoenix.
We’re in the new house and I just fired the Roomba off for the first time. This house is a lot bigger than our last one, and the Roomba was basically roaming the entire first floor.
I’ve been pretty quiet for a couple weeks since we were getting ready for the new house, moving into the new house, and dealing with all the fun new house issues.
I was one shit hot paramedic.
All you had to do was ask me.
I was smart; no question about that. So smart that I was accepted to paramedic school (p-school) due to some really high test scores, despite being a year or so short of the required amount of field experience. I started school when I was 21, basically the earliest you can drive an ambulance in Colorado due to insurance requirements, and was one cocky 22 year old by the time I graduated and went on the job. I think I graduated number 2…
Over the holiday weekend my wife were walking across a big mall parking lot as we made our way from dinner to the only bar in our area carrying the big UFC fight. (Way more fun to watch than boxing anymore).
By the time I pulled back into the parking lot after lunch at home, I knew something was wrong.
The first sign was the ambulance racing out towards the hospital with full lights and sirens.
In the Chicago airport bouncing off to Germany after a week in New Orleans. Only getting 2 days home over 2 weeks or so.
Tomorrow my wife and I leave for New Orleans. We’re taking in the Jazz Fest, and celebrating our 1-year anniversary.