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Firefighter Intern: Day 7 and 8
May. 3rd, 2018 09:29 pmThe greatest crime in the world is not developing your potential. - Roger Williams
This week my house chores included cleaning out the Apparatus bays and scrubbing the hose tower floor; we're getting ready to install a better door to the hose tower that won't attract as much dirt. The issues with my class at PCC on Fire Prevention where I kept getting dropped and not being able to access the class finally got some clarification, and I'm free to proceed with the class - although I'm a few weeks behind. We trained on 'plug and patch', where we, in a hazmat situation, control leaking barrels and containers - and then we were called away for a medical call for a scared special needs boy with his finger caught in the seat belt of his school bus. After training, I ran two miles for firefighter fitness. There was a medical call after dinner for a man who drove to the station with chest pain, but his wife transported him. I worked on and finished a FEMA class for the upcoming SOAK festival, and then we went to bed early.
Friday there was more house chores and cleaning of the station, and then I got some good practice managing a one-inch brushfire 50-foot line at 340 psi supported by Engine 481, what we call a 'pump-and-go.'I knocked out the Fire Inspection chapter in my class and handed everything in. We also ran a medical call at High School for a teen with seizures, no transport, and a back to back response for an older lady who fell after drinking a bit more than she revealed to us, also no transport. *smile*
I'm starting to acclimate well to station life, and learn where things are, and I'm starting to know what to do next.
This week my house chores included cleaning out the Apparatus bays and scrubbing the hose tower floor; we're getting ready to install a better door to the hose tower that won't attract as much dirt. The issues with my class at PCC on Fire Prevention where I kept getting dropped and not being able to access the class finally got some clarification, and I'm free to proceed with the class - although I'm a few weeks behind. We trained on 'plug and patch', where we, in a hazmat situation, control leaking barrels and containers - and then we were called away for a medical call for a scared special needs boy with his finger caught in the seat belt of his school bus. After training, I ran two miles for firefighter fitness. There was a medical call after dinner for a man who drove to the station with chest pain, but his wife transported him. I worked on and finished a FEMA class for the upcoming SOAK festival, and then we went to bed early.
Friday there was more house chores and cleaning of the station, and then I got some good practice managing a one-inch brushfire 50-foot line at 340 psi supported by Engine 481, what we call a 'pump-and-go.'I knocked out the Fire Inspection chapter in my class and handed everything in. We also ran a medical call at High School for a teen with seizures, no transport, and a back to back response for an older lady who fell after drinking a bit more than she revealed to us, also no transport. *smile*
I'm starting to acclimate well to station life, and learn where things are, and I'm starting to know what to do next.
