You start off thinking you're going to be some kind of dashing hero, coming to save the day. Then you gain weight and take BS calls as the majority of your day. Between calls you keep up with drama because, well, there can be a lot of down time. So, you gab and gossip and, if you're like me and don't care, you still have to listen to it. You get a ton of perspective, and a ton of experience. When you save a life, when you reeeaally save a life, you feel so deeply fulfilled I can't even put it into words. But then you're back to BS calls and drama. It wears at you when you have to pick big fat fatties up from between their toilet and bath tub at 2:30am and you're on a 48 hour shift. Especially when that's all they need. They aren't even in trouble... they're just too fat to move. Maybe I'm more jaded because I got into the business to help people and serve my community. Of all the patient's I've taken, I've truly been able to help about 1/5 of them. Of all the community I sought to serve, I feel I've over-served those who would take advantage, and barely served those who truly need it.