25 April, 2009. 4:50 PM.

So, I seem to have a sick EMT on my hands again. He’s not as sick as last time, but he’s coughing quite a bit and sleeping otherwise. He took a nap in my bed while I worked and went out, and then he worked while I played manhunt. Saw that there was a call at Heller—Waltham Fire only, though. Went over and played Viva Piñata instead of working, we went to sleep around 2. This was all last night.

Today, I had rehearsal (as always) and went back to his place around 1:15. He was still asleep, the orange tertiary bag still on the floor. No calls. He was sort of awake, and we went to Usdan for food. It’s always interesting being out around campus with him when he’s uniformed—people act differently when they see him like that. People hold doors, people pay more attention to that pale skinny boy walking by. But not to him, really—to the uniform, the bag, and the radio. I suppose I’ve learned to see past those things, and that’s why shifts are no big deal anymore.

Another utterly unproductive day—tried to sleep, might have, kept him from going home, it’s time for shift change now. Concert tonight. And two tomorrow. Homework and writing a minuet somewhere in there.

ALSO. I am planning on taking the EMT training course at Boston University this summer. It will be hell for my sleep schedule but what do I care? My parents are down with the idea and will hopefully help with tuition. I talked to Vince yesterday for a few minutes and he said that it’s a really good program and that one of the current supervisors trained there. I’m excited. More on this subject later.

On a completely different note—who read this? Not to beg for comments, but drop one and say hi so I know who you are!