Dog Days of Dying

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Rated 5.00/5 based on 1 reviews
Paramedicine isn't a job...

It's a lifestlye filled with hours of boredom punctuated by moments of terror and glimpses of perfection. More

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About Jacqueline Patricks

Functionally insane writer with military and medical experience. "So, I know how to draw blood, patch you up, and hide the evidence," she says with straight face.

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Review by: Dar Mil on Nov. 21, 2013 :
Disclaimer: I was given this Smashwords copy of Dog Days of Dying by the author Jacqueline Patricks for an honest review. Thank you!

Okay, I have been a med-fan since Dr. Kildare and Dr. Ben Casey oh, and Dr. Welby. Later ER became my favorite. Emergency had too short a run for me. Now I am dying between Thursdays when Grey's Anatomy is on. So it is a given that I would be a sucker for this story.

Let me take a moment to bow to people that have these life-saving jobs.

As addicted as I am to their drama personified, I knew at 16 that I wouldn't be able to handle this type of life. I was a Candy Striper. My legs and back hurt all the time. I loved my patients and the staff. One day I went in to see my favorite paraplegic and found them cleaning the room. He had passed during the night. This man had been amazing for me. He could paint marvelous painting holding the brush between his teeth. I learned that some people like all their food mixed up. I am a purest that barely likes different food to touch. He had so many stories that he would tell me as I wheeled him outside in the sun. I don't remember going back as Candy Striper after that. I knew I wasn't made for it, physically or mentally.

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This story takes the reader into a day in the life of an EMT. It was hold-your-breath exciting. I cared deeply for the main character and her job-partner. I felt the fear and angst of the crew and parents of the patient. I was literally holding my breath near the end of the story. I don't want to throw in spoilers so I will go right to the very end...

Did the main character's migraine go away? Did she find some Rolaids? You see, that is my problem with short stories. I want them to go on.

Excellent story, Ms. Patricks. I can't wait to read more!
(reviewed the day of purchase)

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