It hit me like a tonne of bricks. Me? It’s not possible. I’m not in that bad of shape! Or am I? A wild range of emotions went surging through my body when the person sitting across from me told me that after all my testing was completed, I had a confirmed diagnosis of P.T.S.D. Initially all I could do was stare. I had no words. Silence. To ease the moment, I stood and walked to the back of the … Read More
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B.T. Murray lives on the far east coast of the beautiful country of Canada. He is quite old and is not going to admit how long he has been a paramedic. Any opinions put forward in his articles, unless otherwise stated, are his alone and do not necessarily reflect those of his employer or anyone associated with him.