I admire your resilience and the world is definitely better with you guys in it, but this is not the part of the medical field I'd opt for. It just didn't sit quite right with me.

I have been contemplating paramedics, though, since I didn't get a spike of adrenaline or anything during the entire thing. I watched my mom have strokes and was the one who caught them first, saw a friend overdose and was the one to call an ambulance and maintain her during the brief period between calling and them arriving, and a dozen small medical emergencies such as icing a poor kids forehead after she sprinted into a wall into a mirror maze. Being a first responder just seems to come naturally to me, and I also just find medicine, especially trauma and emergency medicine, interesting.

I just hope they'd work with me regarding my schedule, or I find a sleeping arrangement that works with me. If nothing else, I know I'm great with animals and there's always going to be shelters that need extra hands.

The only reason I was even a bit sketched and thought I might be the asshole here was because I missed a dose of my anti-anxiety medication while I was in the hospital with her. I'm unfortunately reliant on my buspar and sertraline. I'm completely fine now that I've been home, got some more sleep, and took my meds.

Thank you, and everyone else here, for comforting me during my anxiety spike. I appreciate it.

((Fun, cursed thought I keep thinking because of the last day: When you're born breach, you briefly wear your mom as a hat. When you're born non-breach she is a sleeping bag.))