I'm getting excited to go home. I usually don't start feeling anything close to excited until I get to the airport and the plane starts to leave to gate, but today, I'm ready. I'm also keeping my fingers crossed that there will not be any 911 emergencies on the flight home cause it's already happened to me twice! Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to help out when I can, but it takes it out of you when things don't go well. One time someone passed out and stopped breathing. Another one fell down in restroom and knocked themselves unconscious. I think I managed to keep one older lady alive on the one occasion. I was visitng L.A. last January 2015. (The exact reversal in directions of travel this side of the year.) I got her hooked up to the oxygen, made sure she was still pumping and taking air in until we landed and an emergency team opened the door and took over.
This is why I usually get the same seat cause I've been tagged as doctor on my passenger information bio; that status gets me an isle seat in the middle of the plane (And just in case any other terror related needs arise, I want to be able to respond easily.), which is nice till a flight attendant taps you on the shoulder and asked if you will respond to one of the above emergencies. Hahaha. I'm glad I can at least help. I'm less glad when the person doesn't restart, and I have to try and stay calm in front of that person's loved ones while other EMTs carry them away with a sheet over their face; yeah, that happened on my way to work at the Burke Center just after getting home from another trip to Cali visiting the former munchkin. Fingers are crossed.
The list of things I have to do really are simple things involving food, family, and friends. There are a few business deals to attend, a separate list of people that I'm hoping to find and do a little Q&A with, but ya never know if you're gonna get your guy or gal. So, we'll see what happens. Presently, I foresee karaoke at the VFW, happy hour with a few of the peeps, maybe a run around the lakes or the Stone Arch Bridge. Definitely having breakfast at Al's Breakfast and stock-trading know-how from my buddy Pat at Starbucks--all of this when I'm not taking care of mom health related stuff or seeing my nephews, grandmom,and visiting my friend's dying cat. I just feel I should say good-bye to that guy before it's too late. On one of my days, I'm meeting up with a gal from the not so distant past that I want to see; we started talking, and then we both ended up in relationships. But, now we're both single, and I guess it's time.
As far as other 'family' members go, if I can find them, I'll share a meal and see how things have been. It's what I enjoy doing with the family..eating..eating and shooting the shit...and then complaining about eating too much! LOL. That's how it goes. That's the end of this weeks Rants From A midwest guy living in the land of milk and honey! See ya next week.
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