Broken Glasses - Quite a trip...
Having just returned from the American Academy of Pediatrics Annual Conference in Washington, DC, I was expecting a routine trip home. Boy, was I mistaken.
I have never gone on a trip without one or two pairs of spare eyeglasses... except this time. On the way to the airport, my glasses suddenly fell apart. Both lenses fell to the ground and the frame that held them was split in the middle and unrepairable. Crazy Glue...didn't work. So, with time at a premium to catch my plane, I shot into WalMart and bought a cheap pair of sunglasses and some scotch tape. I taped my thick, geezer lenses into the sunglasses and off I went. The world was a little darker, but at least I could see (somewhat). I made the flight to Dallas, but on my return flight to California, something was wrong.
The connecting plane was just sitting on the tarmac. Suddenly, a cadre of paramedics stormed up the steps. An hour later, a woman on a gurney emerged getting CPR. Apparently, she had a cardiac arrest while the plane was in taxi to the gate. My heart went out to the grieving family gathered at our gate. As soon as the flight attendants calmed down, the horrified passengers were unloaded and we were called to board. Many people were worried that they would get the unfortunate patient's seat! Personally, I would have loved to have that seat. What is the chance TWO people would have a cardiac arrest on the same plane...in the same seat? Astronomical.
On the way across Nevada, the plane experienced some of the worst turbulance that I could imagine. Once the plane seemed to pitch about 30 degrees. I know, since I was looking out of my window...straight down. I have been a nervous flyer since 9/11 (perhaps, a bit before). For some reason, I did not feel absolutely secure.
Well, clearly I made it....dark, nerd-taped sunglasses and all. I am back to work...seeing patients today.
Related Links: Healthiest airports, Conquer your fear of flying
I have never gone on a trip without one or two pairs of spare eyeglasses... except this time. On the way to the airport, my glasses suddenly fell apart. Both lenses fell to the ground and the frame that held them was split in the middle and unrepairable. Crazy Glue...didn't work. So, with time at a premium to catch my plane, I shot into WalMart and bought a cheap pair of sunglasses and some scotch tape. I taped my thick, geezer lenses into the sunglasses and off I went. The world was a little darker, but at least I could see (somewhat). I made the flight to Dallas, but on my return flight to California, something was wrong.
The connecting plane was just sitting on the tarmac. Suddenly, a cadre of paramedics stormed up the steps. An hour later, a woman on a gurney emerged getting CPR. Apparently, she had a cardiac arrest while the plane was in taxi to the gate. My heart went out to the grieving family gathered at our gate. As soon as the flight attendants calmed down, the horrified passengers were unloaded and we were called to board. Many people were worried that they would get the unfortunate patient's seat! Personally, I would have loved to have that seat. What is the chance TWO people would have a cardiac arrest on the same plane...in the same seat? Astronomical.
On the way across Nevada, the plane experienced some of the worst turbulance that I could imagine. Once the plane seemed to pitch about 30 degrees. I know, since I was looking out of my window...straight down. I have been a nervous flyer since 9/11 (perhaps, a bit before). For some reason, I did not feel absolutely secure.
Well, clearly I made it....dark, nerd-taped sunglasses and all. I am back to work...seeing patients today.
Related Links: Healthiest airports, Conquer your fear of flying
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