Today definitely made me think seriously about becoming an EMT or a paramedic. We had the opportunity to be involved in a mass casualty incident where five patients had been in a plane crash. I happened to be one of those patients. Here’s the scenario. I was the pilot of a small aircraft that took people on ariel tours of the Wind River range. My passengers were Jake, my best friend from the Gulf War, Wes, a non-english speaker whose lover, Julia, was also on the flight. Her brother, Tom, also flew with us. After the crash, Wes sustained an open pneumothorax, Julia was paralyzed from the waist down, Jake had a fractured femur, and Tom had severe burns and was missing an eye. I appeared to be 100% fine, but I was really going through the symptoms of ICP (intracranial pressure). I slowly went from A+Ox4 to unresponsive, throwing the rescuers some serious curveballs. Even as a patient, I felt the energy created by the situation, and I loved ever second of it. It was one of the coolest things I have been a part of, and I feel like I could really be a good EMT/paramedic. Regardless, tomorrow is our day off, and I’m kinda bummed that it is. I love this shit.