Things that make you smile...

Last night on my way home from job #2, I got a phone call from a number I did not recognize. I answered and the conversation went like this...

B: Hello?
Caller: Hi! What are you doing?
B: I'm on my way home from work. Who is this?
Caller: Your best friend!
B: Who?
Caller: Set it and forget it!
B: Oh! (laughter) Hi Gunther. What's up?
G: I hurt my knee.
B: Okay. What do you want me to do about it?
G: I don't know, you are the massage therapist.
B: And you are the Paramedic. Give yourself some morphine or something.
G: No, I need you.
B: Oh, so you want me to fix it?
G: Yeah! What are you doing?
B: I'm on the way home from work. I will be home in 15 minutes.
G: Oh. Don't you have some like voodoo leg balm or something?
B: No, but I have some Prossage.
G: Can I have it?
B: No, but you can use it. I'll stop by home and bring it over.
G: Awesome. I love you Bernice.
B: Sure you do.

I pulled into the station, Prossage in hand and he stared at me confused.

G: Why are you in scrubs? I thought you were a desk jockey.
B: I just came from the spa.
G: Oh! But why are you in scrubs?
B: I just came from the spa Gunther. We wear scrubs there.
G: Oh... okay. So how much do I have to pay you?
B: You don't. Just go inside, I am not going to do this in front of the firefighter I class.
G: oh right. That would look bad.

We go inside and he hikes up his pant leg and I did some ortho testing and really, I think he is just being a ninny, but that's not the point. So here is Gunther, sitting in the chair and me kneeling in front of him massaging his leg. He leaned back, put his hands behind his head and professed his love to me in the form of grunts, groans and moans. I am sure you have already identified the conclusion one could easily come to if they were to walk into the room via the door behind me. Needless to say, the arrangement was reconfigured.

Gunther again professed his love to me and informed everyone I was his new best friend. I laughed, said good night and headed home to try and get the stink of Prossage out of my hands.


This morning we had a call at 0400 and I arrived in trusty grey sweats and a t-shirt. In the time it took Gunther to start an IV, I had the 12 lead on and ready to aquire, a full set of vitals, ASA in and Nitro on deck ready and waiting. It went as smooth as butter. It made me happy.

I bid good day to Gunther and Old Man Neighbor and headed home to shower and get ready for work. I was thanked by OMN with a wink and a sqeeze to the hand. I left smiling.

Of course instead showering right away, I opted instead to "just lay down for a minute" and lay on the Lieutenant. A minute turned into an hour. As I was frantically trying to ready myself, my phone rings. Damnit, it is Gunther.

B: WHAT?!
G: No need to yell.
B: I'm trying to get ready for work.
G: Are you in the shower?
B: No you dirty bastard, I need to dry my hair.
G: Oh, well I just wanted to say good job today.
B: Oh, okay, thanks. I have to go man.
G: Oh right, have a good day.

*I am thinking I may have to change my number...

I stopped by the station on the way to work to fill out the personnel form. Conincedentally, I am wearing my "I'm a woman with killer legs you will do my evil bidding" skirt today. Apparently it has a strange effect on men.

GP (Gunther's Partner): Holy shit! I thought you were a massage therapist.
B: I am, but I have two jobs. I am going to my full time job.
GP: Oh, well damn. You should massage people in THAT. You would have hella business.
B: Well thanks, but I think they would frown on that.

Now I was giddy.



But good old Gunther topped GP with one sentence...



Why didn't you tell me you were hot?!?





Hee hee... oh it is going to be a good day!