The Corporate Ambulance Business is Sick

My day starts just before the morning sky turns pale—energy drink in one hand and stethoscope in the other. With the weight of restless sleep in my eyes, I trudge into the ambulance station for my 12-hour EMT shift, greeted in the usual way by my crewmates smoking around a splintery picnic table: “Morning Seamus, your balls drop yet?!”


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