Toyota 4Runner ROCKS!

I love my 4 Runner! I have a 2010 Limited Toyota 4 Runner, and it is the most awesome vehicle, ever. Before you scoff about the recent recalls, you should ask yourself: Am I being just a bit naive? Depending on your age, how many years have you spent being aware of product recalls? Everything from a McDonald’s toy, to home insulation materials, to pharmaceutical products has experienced a recall, and many of this merchandise has caused torturous fatalities before being eradicated or repaired. Unless you have sworn off Big Mac’s, living in an independent structure home, driving a motor vehicle, playing with a toy, or taking an antihypertensive medication, perhaps it is time to be more accountable for your opinions. Before purchasing any creation, do your homework! The internet alone is an endless resource, and then there are libraries, consumer reports, and even word of mouth to fish out a story behind almost any product. If you’re still skeptical after you’ve done your homework, move on to your next interest. But please don’t accept finality just because some demonic entity with deep pockets hired enough advertising engineers to sway your subconscious into loathing or lusting after some innocent object!

I did my Toyota homework, but I’m not interested in defending their mistakes or my decision to purchase one. I love my 4Runner! The first thing I loved about it is the height of the vehicle. I’m sure this stems from being a Paramedic tromping around in a huge ambulance all the time, but I can’t tolerate being in a vehicle that’s low to the ground. My 4Runner is almost as lofty as my Medic 2! The second thing I loved is the sleek, soft leather interior. My previous vehicle had leather but it wasn’t nearly as velvety or abundant as the 4runner...even the steering wheel and shifter is silky! It’s very roomy inside, big enough not to feel cramped but still cozy and comfortable. It has a push button start so no more dangling, dingling key chains. It has a built in GPS on a fairly large screen and bluetooth technology so that when my cell phone rings, caller info pops up on the GPS screen and the push of a button projects the conversation over the factory speakers while a built in microphone enables hands free operation. There are also many personalization settings available through the touch screen. It has a USB port in the glove compartment, perfect for iphone/ipod charging and playing music while keeping the device hidden, and using the GPS screen to select albums and songs. The steering wheel also has controls for music selection, volume, and using voice commands to make phone calls. The trunk is a hatch style liftgate with a power window that opens and closes with the touch of a button, another one of my favorite features. A tray built onto the floor of the trunk area slides out with the click of another button, making loading and unloading things ultra convenient, a definite plus for a shopaholic! Shopaholic?! Who, me? *tries to look innocent and humble* :)

A few more of my faves: An exceptional factory radio system with a “party” button for the rear speakers; a huge power sunroof with added tilt option; 2 120V power outlets, one hidden in center console for device security; a back up camera on the GPS screen; back row seats that have fold down armrest and cup holders, recline, and are covered in more soft leather (my daughter loves this one); fancy power drivers seat controls with adjustable lumbar support, and heated front and passenger chairs; downhill assist and hill-start control so it doesn’t roll into another vehicle (a handy feature when you’re trying to put on lip gloss in the visor mirror while stopped in traffic on one of those Fall River street hills!); compass, MPG, and temperature gauge display; all of the power windows raise and lower with just a click; bilaterally adjustable and auto heat and air control, an anti-skid system and 4WD, heated side view mirrors, and finally it just looks like a sizzling hot, sexy beast! 

Since this is an ultra girly review that focuses mostly on the accessories of the vehicle, I’m not too sure what the engine, tire, and transmission specs are...but I do know if you’re going too damn slow on the highway and I want to whiz on by while launching a scathing and withering glare into your non 4Runner vehicle, all I have to do is tap the anti-sticking accelerator pedal right above the faultlessly secured and fastened floor mat and laugh maniacally while you become a spec in my rearview mirror. Which, by the way, has built in auto dimming so you can’t blind me with your high beams in retaliation!

Just my 4 (Runner) cents.... :)

Christmas is coming...and the Goose is getting morbidly obese, with a side of cellulitis...

Poor Goose! He or she is so misunderstood! Talk about society induced body dysmorphic disorder...poor thing probably can’t wrap its beak around a grain of corn without someone pointing, laughing, and gesturing toward their hips with a spatula. The goose is only fat at the behest of the farmer! I don’t care who you are, if some farmer locked you in a field and fed you the Goose culinary equivalent of caviar while at the same time taking away your aerodynamic ability to traipse around the world, you might add a little fluff to your stuff as well. After all, that’s the Holiday tradition! 

In my family, traditional Holiday meals are usually at my Grandparents’ house, Barbara and Frank Perry. They begin with Barbara welcoming guests at the door, and planting 50-9000 kisses on both cheeks while making piercing falsetto “mwah” sounds. This greeting is followed by Franks’ bellowing Hello, offer of a place to sit, then statement “If you’re here to eat, I hope you brought money, cause food’s not cheap!” My grandfather is a mix of some very intense and concentrated personality traits: loud, abrasive, stubborn, opinionated, and short tempered. He is also loving and caring toward family and friends, and that’s why it’s easy to excuse him when he yells, “You got ROCKS in your head,” if you want to spend ten dollars on a lawn chair instead of constructing one from rotted timber, duct tape, nail polish and the steering column from a ‘76 Chevy. My grandmother balances him out by being jolly and content, and focuses mainly on trying to gorge you with as much food and drink as your clattering jaws can consume. She’s rather laid back...until it comes to her husband, or anyone messing with her family. In the right circumstances, she turns into a fire-breathing, hoof-stomping, knife-wielding, dagger-throwing, vigorously trained Ninja who will maim and destroy anyone who even looks at her family the wrong way. 

 The kitchen is open to the living room which has plenty of seating and doesn’t isolate the cook, who is always Barbara and she will never let anyone help do anything. It’s been an ongoing Holiday struggle for years; she will not allow the many family and friends that attend help serve or clean up. I don’t understand this philosophy myself, I put everyone to work at my Holiday dinners! Barbara is very particular about how she likes things done, and I can only conclude that previously, some charitable, unassuming fellow must have loaded a fork in the dishwasher with the prongs facing South, instead of slightly Northwest with the handle in a clockwise position?! Guests trickle in at regular intervals and receive their kisses and inquiries about financial status, gifts are exchanged, food and wine aplenty are passed about often, and there is tons of loudness, laughter, and love.  The family dog, a portly English Springer Spaniel, takes her cues from Barbara and greets guests at the door, dispensing sloppy dog kisses, and sprinkling pretty Chirstmas outfits with white fur from her paunchy body. Barabara becomes fierce in her defense of the dog as well, and if you don’t like her jumping up on you, you can “get the hell out!” She’s an amazing woman, my grandmother, and I’m proud to say I picked up many of her good traits, although she is a much better Ninja than myself. Cheers! 

Christmas is coming, and the Goose is getting fat! Hope everyone has a great family holiday planned, and if you don’t have any family nearby come celebrate with us! I will be hosting Christmas this year and Barbara and Frank will definitely be attending as well as several other interesting friends and family members :)

Here are the lyrics to the Christmas Carol referenced in this blog: 

Frankie, the family dog Chi, and Barbara's leg,...Xmas 2009 :)

Christmas is coming,

The goose is getting fat

Please put a penny

In the old man's hat.

If you haven't got a penny,

A ha'penny will do; 

If you haven't got a ha'penny,

Then God bless you.

Christmas is coming, 

lights are on the tree,

Hang up your stocking for Santa Claus to see.

If you haven't got a stocking, 

a little sock will do;

If you haven't got a little sock, 

God bless you!

Christmas is coming, 

the season of good cheer,

Let's all sing a carol for the brand-new year!

If you haven't got a carol, 

a jolly song will do;

If you haven't got a jolly song, 

God bless you...!

Genuine Caregivers are Magical

Today (12/6/2010), I was a patient. It was only at a dermatology follow-up for this confounded eczema, but still I was a patient. This is uncomfortable for a Paramedic, who is used to being a care giver, not receiver. Today, I also witnessed a spectacle. A sparkly, magnificent display of patient care. I was privileged to see a natural caregiver, governed only by instinct and the inherent determination to heal, caring for their patient. This isn’t something that can be taught, or trained. It just IS. This particular caregiver makes it look effortless, which I consider a remarkable feat for someone who sees so many patients. Even though providing patient care can be a rewarding endeavor, it is also straddled by hard decisions, unforeseen circumstances, and a dynamic work environment. Sometimes it unavoidable to carry life stress, or previous patient stress into your practice. This provider begins anew with every patient contact she makes. 

She doesn’t judge you for what you look like, or what your life choices have been. She isn’t partial toward or against your social or financial status. She always enters the room and greets you warmly. She always makes and maintains direct eye contact, which I feel is a simple gesture that is often absent, or its importance is overlooked when providing care. She sits down and ACTUALLY LISTENS to what you have to say, without interrupting, prompting, or trying to guess the next word or finish your sentence. She expresses sincere concern and empathy. Sincerity is another remarkable quality that has to come naturally to be effective, because if it’s forced it is obvious and phony.  She is not repulsed by anything you might confide, or have to expose, even when looking at your grossest bits. She works out a meaningful and differential diagnosis and treatment plan for your complaint. Her diagnoses are not only accurate, intelligent, and educated they are sometimes profoundly reassuring. When I went to her a few years ago in agony from an itchy dermatitis that had already been misdiagnosed by three doctors, she immediately diagnosed eczema and healed it within a week. I always leave feeling amazed by this woman. 

Her name is Diana Fairfax Miller, and I will spend the rest of my career striving to be any percentage of the caregiver she is. 

Today I was a spectator. And it was quite a spectacle to behold! Thank You to Diana, and everyone out there who is a true caregiver. 

What do YOU do when no one is looking?

It’s been said that the difference between morals and ethics is doing the right thing, even when no one is looking (moral). Ethics are a code of conduct, even one that can  be mandated and printed by an employer. These days, there are more opportunities than ever to be caught doing something that you wouldn’t want others to see. Cell phones, web cams, and even Facebook are tools to be used to record, reprint, and spy on your every move. 

What do you do when no one is looking? In EMS, this question is especially powerful. We often find ourselves in situations that require important-even life saving- decisions be made in an instant. Some people require hours, days, even weeks to decide what color to paint their spare bedroom. Paramedics have to make critical judgements in a millisecond. What you’re doing when no one is looking may affect more than just yourself. Morals and ethics guide our decisions, both consciously and subconsciously. 

It’s ethical to initiate and execute good, hard core CPR while family and friends look on, feeling lost and hopeful. Do you continue that commitment in the privacy of your ambulance, even when you know efforts are futile? You could argue that initiating CPR is a professional and legal obligation to the profession, but I’m asking you to think beyond obligations or standards of care. Do you elevate your standards, even when no one is looking?

What you do when no one is looking goes beyond medical practice. What you do when no one’s looking takes a peek into all aspects of your life. Can you advise a patient religiously, socially, or medically without consulting your moral or ethical foundation? Should you be advising a patient religiously or socially? And if you are, is it moral and/or ethical to do so? 

Let us ParamedicCooks know how you feel...leave a comment below this post! I want to know how my peers feel about this subject! 

Happy Thanksgiving!

The history of Thanksgiving is usually associated with the harvest celebration of the Pilgrims and Native Americans in the autumn of 1621. The pilgrims, who had settled the previous year at Plymouth Rock in Plymouth, Massachusetts, were thankful for the bountiful harvest. This gathering was a 3 day feast, and included the Native Americans who had helped the Pilgrims through their first winter, during which they lost 46 of the original 102 Mayflower voyagers. The feast included venison, boiled pumpkin, fish, berries, watercress, lobster, dried fruit, clams, and plums. This feast is often thought of as the “First Thanksgiving.” 

Many years later, on June 29, 1676 another Day of Thanksgiving was celebrated in Charlestown, Massachusetts to express thanks for the prosperity and security of the established community. 

A century later in October 1777, all 13 East coast colonies joined in a Thanksgiving celebration. 

In 1789 George Washington proclaimed a National Day of Thanksgiving although many were opposed to it, including President Thomas Jefferson. 

It wasn’t until 1863, President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed the last Thursday in November as a National day of Thanksgiving. It was then proclaimed by every president  hence. In 1941, Thanksgiving was sanctioned by Congress as a legal holiday, set as the fourth Thursday in November.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING from ParamedicCooks.com!!

Thanksgiving Quotes:

Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare.  They are consumed in twelve minutes.  Half-times take twelve minutes.  This is not coincidence.  ~Erma Bombeck

Heap high the board with plenteous cheer and gather to the feast,
And toast the sturdy Pilgrim band whose courage never ceased.
~Alice W. Brotherton

Coexistence:  what the farmer does with the turkey - until Thanksgiving.  ~Mike Connolly

I love Thanksgiving turkey.  It's the only time in Los Angeles that you see natural breasts.  ~Arnold Schwarzenegger

Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.  ~W.T. Purkiser

What we're really talking about is a wonderful day set aside on the fourth Thursday of November when no one diets.  I mean, why else would they call it Thanksgiving?  ~Erma Bombeck

Thanksgiving is an emotional holiday.  People travel thousands of miles to be with people they only see once a year.  And then discover once a year is way too often.  ~Johnny Carson

Nipples, and making your own Baby Food...

I had my first and only child when I was 22 years old. At the time, I had been living in Tennessee for about 3 years. In Tennessee, it takes at least 20 minutes to get to any kind of a store, and that’s only if you illegally pass a tractor, in the right lane. Therefore, it’s no surprise that I lived hours away from my closest family members. My then Baby Daddy, now my Husband, worked 24-48 hour shifts so I could stay home with our daughter. It sounds like a backdrop for a Lonely Existence with splash of Suicidal Ideation, and a sprinkle of Manic Depression. But it wasn’t! It never occurred to me to be lonely, much. I had my hands full with a newborn infant, my traumatized nipples, and making Super Baby Food. 

Back then I was stubborn, determined, and adventurous. What do you mean not much has changed?! I decided during my pregnancy that I would breastfeed, because I read it was the most optimal nutrition for an infant. I didn’t know anyone personally who had nursed their children, nor did I know anyone who was doing it currently. I was unfamiliar with the internet as a resource, so I read about it in books, and attended new parent classes. I saw the pictures, and read the chapters about how the infant latches on with innate expertise, nurses only until her belly is full, and easily adapts to the mother’s schedule and milk production. What a beautiful, natural way to bond with your baby while still maintaining that hectic hair and nail schedule! 

Because I had no one to ask, and my requests for a La Leche consultation at the hospital failed, I went home with 2 nipples and a prayer. Within the first couple of weeks, my human nipples looked like an entire boulevard filled with Ladies of the Night had stomped them with 6 inch spike heels! Then threaded them through a Pasta Grinder set on Spaghetti. Then torched them with cans of hairspray and propane tanks. I’m not kidding!  I begged the doctor for moisturizers, salves, even a Nipple Transplant. Nothing helped, until my own skin toughened up, and my daughter learned how to latch on properly. It would have been handy to have had that little demo from the beginning. Lesson in Perseverance: learned!

During my endless hours a day nursing (there are more than 24 of them in a day when you’re a new mom, and you’re awake for most of them), sitting stationary on an uncomfortable couch, starving because my daughter was using me as a human pacifier and I was too inexperienced to realize it, I came across another bright idea. An additional activity I could perform to nurture and encourage supreme nourishment for my growing infant. I decided to make my own baby food! To compound matters, Baby Daddy and a few others insisted I could not do it. They felt that my inability to use the lever of a toaster, or recognize that oil in a pan over high heat would eventually burst into flames, would inhibit my success. What a bunch of Debbie Downers! 

An advertisement in one of those value packs introduced me to the idea of making my own baby food. It was for a book by Ruth Yaron, called Super Baby Food.

I learned alot from that book, not just how to feed your baby ultra healthy food, but also how to make your Mom baby puke! The basic message of the book is using organic, all natural, and 100% whole grain ingredients to feed your child, and not precessed and preserved baby food in a jar.  My daughter devoured bowls of kale, avocado, brewers yeast, and homemade soy milk yogurt mixed into hand-ground whole grain oats, while my mother gagged and smiled. After a bit of trial and error, it was inconceivably simple and surprisingly rewarding to make all of my own baby food. I highly recommend this book, and will be glad to help anyone who tries it! Send me an email at Nichole@ParamedicCooks.com, or talk to me in person. May the Wheat Germ be with you!

Millipedes are People Too...

I work out of a fire station that is almost 200 years old. It is in need of repair in some sections, but regardless, it is the place I call home at least 4 days a week. My second home is inundated with arthropods, that is Scutigera Coleoptrata, or “House Centipedes.” These wretched creatures skitter unbound throughout the building, and plague my every working moment.

House Centipedes are attracted to moist places. If they don’t have enough moisture they will dry up and die. For this reason, many believe they climb up through bathtub and sink drains, but more than likely that is just the location they choose to lay eggs. In Japan they are revered as a useful species, because of their insectivore appetite for other arthropods, such as insects and arachnids. They have 15+ pairs of ridiculously long extremities attached to a rigid body and can reach several inches of length. Try coming in from another 3AM call, to find one hanging out on the wall in quarters. Or watch the enlarged shadows of their hideous legs scurry across the wall when you’re backing into the bay. They make me scream louder than a sudden appearance of Freddy’s burned and disfigured face in my basement. 

Last week, around midnight when I was getting off shift after my relief had just arrived, I went to use the bathroom before I left. As I was closing the door, an especially large and ghastly multi-legged beast lunged from the door frame right at my BRAIN. I am not kidding! It landed by my feet, and scuttled out of sight. I howled like a newborn werewolf and hurtled myself into the protection of...2 other Paramedics who were startled and looking at me like I had 8 heads. They gallantly swarmed the bathroom in my defense, and pronounced it safe for bladder duty. By now, I was too freaked out to even think about subjecting myself to another vicious attack. I did the pee dance all the way home. 

The next shift, I arrived a few minutes early and inevitably my bladder called again. As an added coincidence the same 2 Paramedics that rescued me previously were getting off shift. Ignoring my pride, I implored them to check the bathroom before I used it. After an extended audience of disgusted exclamations, snideful remarks, and mocking laughter they earnestly checked the bathroom and proclaimed it safe for my occupancy. I shuffled along, embarrassed at my weakness, and resentful of my fear.

That evening, I had an epiphany! If I used reverse psychology and self induced mind control, maybe I could condition myself to tolerate my hyper-legged nemesis! I announced to my partner my new mantra, “Millipedes are people too!” I repeat this mantra both silently and audibly on my forays into the different rooms of station 6. I chant it, sing it, and really try to believe it. I haven’t seen a House Centipede since, so I think it may be working! Millipedes are people too! They deserve to be treated with dignity, respect, equal rights...and the bottom of my boot if one ever comes near me again! 

The kitchen is a dangerous weapon!

You may or may not know by now that I’m new to the cooking scene...I’ve only been hacking up stockpots, burning food, and nearly slicing my fingers off for less than 2 years! It didn’t take long to learn that the kitchen is as hazardous as iceskating down a rocky bluff covered in tire irons and gravel! Forget pocket Mace, screeching alarms, or roundhouse kicks to the face! If you want to protect yourself, carry a kitchen around in your pocket. From slippery floors to knives that are sharp enough to carve a single strand of hair into a topiary garden, leaving the kitchen unscathed deserves a standing ovation! 

One of the most common kitchen injuries is burns. As a child, I remember burning four fingertips on an electric stove with a smooth glass surface. Nasty blisters developed, and my four fingers looked like meat commas. The top rack of the oven is a repeat offender for burns, collecting the first layer of skin like little flesh trophies. Eww! Steam is another kitchen hazard with a thirst for human flesh. Steam even generates its own applause! Ever have something in your hands when Steam hisses out and scalds you, and the item you were holding clatters nosily to the ground? That’s Steam, demanding acclamation for its handiwork.  To avoid getting Steamed, always remove the cover from a boiling pot of water from the far side first. This prevents rising Steam from scalding your arm or face, and allows it to evaporate away from your body parts. The same philosophy applies to that boiling water still in the pot the steam escaped from. Pour it in an empty sink facing away from your body parts, and avoid hot splashes, flashes, or feet!

Injury from slicing an onion on a mandolin

Another common injury sustained in the kitchen is knife wounds. Knives are like kitchen Ninjas! They sneak up on you silent and stealthy, lacerate you quickly, then sneer and snicker while you hop around on one foot, shout obscenities, and attempt to control bleeding with a dirty dishrag. Plunge your hand into murky dishwater, and it’s likely a knife will be waiting to score your finger. Other knife wounds are suffered from dull blades. When blades are not sharp enough to penetrate the object intended, extra force is required to do the job. If your knife work is sloppy, or the dull blade is deflected, all of that extra force transfers directly to your fingertip. Which transfers to a visit to the ED...and some stitches. Improper technique when slicing, mincing, and carving those cute baby squirrels out of watermelon rinds is also a springboard for knife trauma. I developed my super fabulous skills by watching lots of YouTube videos...and leaving lots of kitchens looking like murder scenes...

The absolute weapon of mass destruction found in large and small kitchens alike is the GRATER! I despise that necessary piece of equipment. I have deep and hideous scars on many a knuckle from that brutal gadget. In fact, as I write this I am healing a particularly deep gash on the third digit of my right hand! Not only are grater wounds painful and inclined to bleed alot, the avulsed flap of skin catches on every organic or inorganic entity it passes. Oh, Dear Grater, how I love what you do to cheese but hate what you do to my fingers!

The kitchen is a dangerous weapon, it’s indisputable! Post your kitchen horror stories at www.ParamedicsCooks.com in the Forums. Click on the topic “Kitchen Trauma!!” and give all the boorish details of your unsightly kitchen trauma!!

Bamboo Steamer?

I bought a bamboo steamer a few years ago, when I first developed an interest in cooking. My initial culinary goal was to make healthy meals, and steamed food has always had that fitness swagger! At the time, I barely knew how to boil water, let alone use some newfangled kitchen equipment that wasn’t idiot proof. Needless to say, the first time I used it, all the water boiled out of the ridiculously shallow pan I was using. I burnt the first two layers of the bamboo steamer into oblivion! Oh, you thought I was being snarky when I said I couldn’t boil water? Sadly, no. 

A traditional bamboo steamer is used prevalently in Asian culture, but because of its vast health advantages has gained popularity in many societies. It is commended for its ability to produce flavorful and evenly cooked meals, while not compromising the natural characteristics of food. The absence of required fats, oils, and butter helps to maintain healthy food preparation while also preserving vitamins and minerals that could otherwise be lost by other cooking methods. The steamer is designed to fit over a pot or wok of boiling water (do yourself a favor and use a pot deeper than my IQ), and is made in separate layers of slotted bamboo in a circular frame, including a domed lid.

I chucked my charred bamboo pieces, and set out to buy another steamer. Because the steamer is multilayered and I only incinerated a couple of the layers, I bought the same product and just combined the unscorched parts with the pristine, new bamboo. That lovely, patched up appliance has adorned the inside of my cabinets, the second shelf my hutch, and the top of my refrigerator. It has yet to see another pot of boiling, or even completely evaporated water!  Today it perches loftily in my kitchen, glaring at me with contemptuous disdain and mocking me with its sterling condition, having never been used. 

I’m more than willing to cook with it, and still interested in preparing healthy meals, but I can’t find a cookbook, recipe, or website with any appetizing suggestions! Please, if you can, help me out of this confounded conundrum!!

(Post in the “comments” section, or really impress me and submit a recipe at www.ParamedicCooks.com!!)

Welcome to ParamedicCooks.com!!!

Welcome to ParamedicCooks.com! I’m glad you’re here! Building this website has been both exciting and exhausting. Let’s have some fun! I can’t wait to try out some new recipes and see who wins the CONTEST! The grand prize is an IPOD TOUCH so don’t be shy about submitting your best recipe! Click on the “Recipe Contest” tab and get started today! You have to be an EMT to enter the contest, but any and all recipes are welcome for posting consideration!! Visit the “Recipes” tab frequently for new meal ideas and recipe submissions.

 The “Featured Ingredient” column is updated weekly and highlights interesting facts, descriptions, and uses for the featured ingredient. This week it’s Meatloaf Mix, check it out and see if you’re inspired to rock out the recipe I recommend-Stuffed Cabbage Stoup! It’s not a typo, it’s just the BOMB! 

Sneak a peek at  “Nichole’s Blog,” where you can find my musings on anything from Paramedicine and Cooking to the Answers to Life and Why You Did What You Did Last Summer! 

I’m looking forward to reading about all of your experiences in EMS and other wisdoms in “Discussion Groups,” which is our very own forum for talking about...anything we want! Start a new discussion or comment on a current one. Bookmark ParamedicCooks.com and never miss what your fellow EMT’s are talking about! 

Visit ParamedicCooks.com often for new recipes, info, and insights. If there’s an ingredient you’d like to see featured or a subject you’d like to see blogged, drop me an email and let me know. Email me anytime at Nichole@ParamedicCooks.com with comments or questions! 


Add and follow me on Facebook and Twitter! 


WELCOME TO PARAMEDICCOOKS.COM!!! WoooHoooo!!!