I only had one case today and the paramedic student needed one more intubation to graduate. Despite what I wrote yesterday about my selfish greediness because I still enjoy doing all these things myself, my sense of moral duty compelled me to offer him this intubation so he could graduate and go forth into the world. After all-- if I get into a life-threatening accident on the highway I would want the paramedics to be able to intubate me. Or if Chris or a family member had a cardiac arrest, I'd want the paramedics who rushed to our house, be able to intubate. I was mortified when the paramedic student told me he was only required to get 10 successful intubations to graduate. It took me at least 50 successful ones to feel really comfortable. It's November 30th, the end of the month, and the last day of this NaBloPoMo. So after tonight I will no longer feel compelled to write every day. It was a fun exercise while it lasted, but now I won't have to write sub-par stuff and can go back to writing only when I really have something meaningful to say.