battered, bruised
used and abused
but not destroyed
deception, lies and bullshit
no bond just a hypocrite
is their holy writ
the weight presses down
yet ...
when the call goes out
the deal goes down
I’m still willin’
coz I care
…….
unlike some
The Autumn Edition for 2020, has hit the shelves, it’s live now on Ambulance Today.
This edition of Ambulance Today takes a look at the many different responses from EMS providers all over the world to the SARS–CoV–2 Pandemic, alongside a wealth of other interesting and progressive articles.
This Africa Quarterly (written whilst working in the Middle East) explores the dynamic of COVID medics locked out their home countries – as “Editor Joe” says:
“Mike Emmerich offers a usually thought-provoking and poetic opinion piece on the lifestyle of a COVID medic locked out from their home country“
Click on the link below to download and read the entire magazine (you’re welcome) and of course my article on page 56 & 57
From the Africa Desk of Ambulance Today – Lost and Found in the Time of COVID
Ambulance Today Spring Ed 2020
To all the followers of this page, if you want to see an article written about any specific aspect of Emergency Care on the African continent, or get me to interview a key role player, drop me a mail. Equally, if you have any news items you would like us to run either in our magazine or on our daily updated global ambulance news website please make contact.
For the readers from Africa, if you wish to advertise or have a free advertorial written up in the magazine, make contact and lets see how I can assist …
To my fellow passionate EMS friends across the world, I trust you are enjoying this journey, as we continue to explore this fascinating continent. Till then be safe out there and stay passionate – Enjoy!
© 2020 michael d emmerich
life, for what purpose to what end do we exist, or do we? dwelling in the pain of human finitude with transient joys, to what end do not the beasts of the field have more purpose? finding happiness and meaning, is it even possible in their world can we even control what matters? a reason and a season for this perpetual autumn my dreams are as stormy clouds, fast approaching yet tomorrow never arrives for we are destined to shuffle on and off we live, we die, we know not why what is this life is it even meant to have meaning? breath, eat, love, shit, work and then …..
A poem on wrote for the International day of Peace in 2016 …. worth another read …
a white feather fell from heaven doves fly by a bullet whistles past blood drips from the bough of a tree peace in our time is the mantra can it be believed cowardice, faith, protection, bravery peace so many messages, to which do we cleave hope from beyond; past, present or future don’t shoot the messenger crying white doves circle hoping they do not die bringing their message doves cry where children die hope dies when doves cannot fly may they be lifted on the wings of peace upwards to a burning sky to a place with no name the sun sets on a world in disarray how many more white feathers need to fall from a burning sky the spirits are watching are they at peace? I pray that…
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Have been based on the Red Sea in KSA since June. The desert scenery is vast, breathtaking, desolate and beautiful. I have been going for sunrise runs/cycles across the barren plains and coast, feeling the morning heat rising and the humidity been burnt off as the wind slowly picks up, drying out everything, including my sweat soaked training gear and drying the sweat on my body. Here are some of the photo’s, taken with my Huawei P40 Pro, and amazing camera phone. More to follow … 
… as, thanks to COVID I am still here for a few more months.
how long must one endure? giving up not coz I don’t care but because others don’t I’ve fuckin’ had enough stepping back from life’s bullshit fighting a losing battle trying not to lose war by losing the battle how deep must one dig? until you find it all, then to discover maybe you still do ….
© 2020 michael d emmerich
© 2020 mikesnexus.com
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the last autumn leaf cleaves
bone tired, refusing to fall
grasping the weathered phalange
extending from the gnarled skeletal branch
reaching ….
by a mere filament it hangs
to stubborn … or
too tired to fall
II
that feeling, at days end
when the marrow has been sucked
from the core of your life
when you just too tired to sigh
……
yes, one of those days
that’s how I wake up these days
© 2020 michael d emmerich
© 2020 mikesnexus.com
Sad but true – far to often I get caught up in this type of corporate greed, where for a few dollars more or an attempt to save on a budget line item …. staff/practitioners are put at risk. Here we go again … just for a few dollars more on our bottom line lets see how we can fuck you over whilst you slave away on the ground in the middle of a pandemic, let me count the ways I can fuck you over salary, equipment, medications .. oh I’m sure I will find a way; to increase my “cost saving” bonus at year end … but don’t worry says the fat cat – while he sits at home; sees his family, sips his whiskey and enjoys the comforts and human touch, whilst those of us in the trenches have (as usual) none …
Take a read at the poem in the link below … nothing changes …they always the same, no matter how many times they revisit their values and mission statements at fancy weekend management conventions ..
https://mikesnexus.com/2016/02/21/the-banality-of-corporate-deceit/
home is where we start
but not where were it ends
the pathway from birth to death
is littered with choices
collected, used, stored, discarded
some stones sparkle and tempt
others lie cracked, damaged, exposed
by life's harsh realities
yet there is value in these damaged stones
and then, one day, I will die somewhere
against my will or another’s
but not today
“First do no harm” – Primum non nocere
responsibility and the cost thereof who bears responsibility who carries the burden when others do not what price is paid in blood or stress? they pay in blood, but not their own sooner or later the piper calls hippocratic or hypocrite? to do no harm one must, at least be able to do I came to save not bury the greater the responsibility the greater the cost what is the price of keeping others alive?
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