Saturday, May 26, 2012

Miles to go before I sleep

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.  
His house is in the village though;  
He will not see me stopping here  
To watch his woods fill up with snow.  

My little horse must think it queer  
To stop without a farmhouse near  
Between the woods and frozen lake  
The darkest evening of the year.  

He gives his harness bells a shake  
To ask if there is some mistake.  
The only other sound’s the sweep  
Of easy wind and downy flake.  

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.  
But I have promises to keep,  
And miles to go before I sleep,  
And miles to go before I sleep.

Yes, miles to go before I sleep.

The last seven days have lacked sleep with plenty of miles behind me.  I wish I was traveling somewhere, but I'm not.  Just a lot of round trips back and forth to hospitals.

Being "on call" for the ambulance can be tiring and tedious.

In the past week I've been to:
Bay City (84 miles roundtrip) twice,
Saginaw (104 miles roundtrip) three times,
Flint (168 miles roundtrip) once,
and a half-dozen local calls (average 20 miles roundtrip).

Somehow I'm working a second weekend in a row, including the holiday.

Miles to go before I sleep! Happy weekend everyone!

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1 comment:

  1. Service above self. I think that's a Rotary motto, but it sure applies to ambulance runs and EMTs. Thanks for your faithfulness and expertise, Bill.