It was hot.
The kind of hot that is described as "miserable", "blistering", and "oppressive".
The kind of temperature where you can taste the thick air.
Your hair is damp, your uniform sticks to you, and you begin to wonder why it is that you said you loved the summertime and being able to be outside. You pray for wind, and when the wind picks up you realize it just feels warmer.
The dispatchers are sending out multiple pages begging you to drink water. You'd love to get an ice cold bottle of water, but there are too many runs on the board, and therefore, no time to stop at the carryout for that ice cold reprieve.
You start to get cranky. Really cranky.
You start cursing everyone at your company who gets paid more than you. You start to curse the dispatchers who are sitting in their little air conditioned cocoons sipping on their frappuccino's.
You find yourself casting long gazes at the ponds situated nearby the local hospitals. They wouldn't put life preservers out there if they didn't expect you to go swimming, right? RIGHT? Surely the random water fowl won't mind sharing the pond...
You find yourself praying for rain. Any amount of rain.
You start to look forward to washing the truck at the end of the shift because there is cold water involved.
Your patients start complaining about how hot it is in the back of the truck WITH the A/C turned on full blast.
Your morning cup of coffee that's been cold for hours is now warm again.
EVERYTHING smells worse because of the heat. Including you.
Yes, it was THAT hot over the last two days.
It was hot.
Posted by Epijunky at 6/06/2008 10:31:00 PM