Mile High Doctor.
On our flight to California, I was watching some TV when suddenly I heard an announcement overhead:
"If there are any doctors on board, you are needed in the coach cabin."
I looked over to the other aisle, and sure enough, there were several people gathered. I got up quickly and went over. A young woman had apparently fainted. She was lying down in the aisle, a flight attendant was giving her some oxygen. There were 2 other people there, as well. She apparently occasionally passes out. I felt her pulse, and took her blood pressure - both normal. I could tell she now mostly just felt embarrassed. Eventually, she got up and I walked with her to the bathroom. She really was fine. The flight attendants asked me several times if I wanted a cocktail. I declined. I really didn't feel like I had done anything. I got back in my seat, and then I had to do .... you guessed it... paperwork. I wrote down my name and address several times, as well as her symptoms. Apparently there is no escaping paperwork, even if you are cruising at 10,000 feet.
Then another flight attendant walked over and handed me a container of pringles and a bag of M&Ms, about $6 worth of overpriced airline snacks.
I decided it was payment for services rendered.
"If there are any doctors on board, you are needed in the coach cabin."
I looked over to the other aisle, and sure enough, there were several people gathered. I got up quickly and went over. A young woman had apparently fainted. She was lying down in the aisle, a flight attendant was giving her some oxygen. There were 2 other people there, as well. She apparently occasionally passes out. I felt her pulse, and took her blood pressure - both normal. I could tell she now mostly just felt embarrassed. Eventually, she got up and I walked with her to the bathroom. She really was fine. The flight attendants asked me several times if I wanted a cocktail. I declined. I really didn't feel like I had done anything. I got back in my seat, and then I had to do .... you guessed it... paperwork. I wrote down my name and address several times, as well as her symptoms. Apparently there is no escaping paperwork, even if you are cruising at 10,000 feet.
Then another flight attendant walked over and handed me a container of pringles and a bag of M&Ms, about $6 worth of overpriced airline snacks.
I decided it was payment for services rendered.
Comments
I agree, I know there were some very thankful flight attendants as well as patient on board.
love you!
Nevertheless, I'm sorry you didn't find escape even above the clouds. Some day you will...