I work 7 12 hour (6p-6a) shifts in a row. Putting up with whiners, drunks, and other assorted malingerers and malcontents. Eveery now and then we get to save a life, usually without the person knowing how close to dead they were. Sometime we get a thanks, but seldom. But we do get a good feeling when we can have the helicopter on the roof within an hour of the person hitting the door. And the closest one is a 45 minute flight away.
So, every chance I get, I get out of town. This week my wife and I are in Spokane, doing some Dr's apts, seeing friends, and spending money at Best Buy. If I can't get out of town, I usually burn through various calibers of ammo on a regular schedule.
Every one needs to take care of themselves first, all others are after.
bob