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I'm letting this all be a lesson to me. I came into work determined to have a phone call with Brad and really talk things out. I mean I felt I had a right considering that we really didn't finish our "break-up" conversation... since I had to almost get stabbed at a call. (that's a whole 'nother story). Anyway, I've been really pissy about how I've felt he's been treating me. Turns out... I was probably just making it up. Well not so much. For whatever reason he wasn't able to look at me during the meeting, he just wasn't. By the end of the night and into the morning he was parking near me so we could talk and we hung out in the morning chatting (well for the most part, I try to let him go faster since I know he's really busy). I asked him about what's been going on with him lately and he was open about it. He got the house and I'm happy for him. It sucks that we won't hang out anymore, in most likely hood but I'll be his friend at work atleast. I'm done freaking out about this situation. I'm done. I feel extrememly stupid about the whole thing and need to calm down! I don't really understand my thought process sometimes.

In other news, I had a man with a severly bleeding head at one site last night and then a man with a heart attack at another. I'm just drawing in the medical emergencies the past couple of night. I also had a buglary... the woman was histerical. I stayed with her the whole time ... and even after the officer took her report she requested that I stay, thanking me for calming her and being so optimistic. SEE SPD! i'm not totally void of emotion. Jerks. I love being in the field SO much more than in the comm center. Plus, the cop was really cute ;)