I was homeless for a while.

… I know I couldn’t handle being a real paramedic.

Made my way as a make shift paramedic, treating various injuries and wounds that people would… appear with, at or near an encampment or something. Usually just field dressing a laceration, jerry rigging a makeshift splint.

Occasionally a gunshot wound.

I always begged people who needed more care than I could provide to go to a hospital.

Sometimss they did, sometimes they or their friends would refuse.

Fentanyl… zombies is actually pretty close to an accurate description.

I’ve seen more necrotic flesh, gray tissue and pus where either a stab wound or injection site once was… than I want to remember.

Your body can’t naturally heal when it’s … hooked on the blues. The stuff was all crushed blue tablets where I was, everybody just called em ‘blues’.

Successfully stabilized a few ODs … not all of them.

Also happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time: drive by shooting.

The streets are basically like a warzone, if you’re in them too long.

Fuck, I’m two years out of homelessness now, and I’m still doing PT to recover from my own injuries.