Life with no Limits
There is an Italian singer, Vasco Rossi, who wrote a very famous song in 1983 titled “Vita Spericolata” that translated sounds like “Life with no limits.”
So, this is the title of today’s posting “Vita Spericolata” that Doc seems to have whenever he flies.
Indeed, for the third time in a few years, Doc was called for an emergency on the aircraft.
The first time occurred on the Air France flight between Paris and Philadelphia, and the emergency consisted in a man who drunk too much on board and got drunk puking and throwing up the impossible. Doc would have gladely thrown him out of the aircraft with no remorse, and most importantly with no parachute.
The second time occurred on the Lufthansa flight between Frankfurt and Philadelphia, and the emergency consisted in an old and blind woman who fainted most likely because she was tired and dehydrated from 24 hours of traveling. Doc laid her down and made her drink some fluids to recover.
The thirst time occurred a few days ago on the Air France flight between Paris and Los Angeles, and most likely this was the scariest emergency of all because it involved a 7-month pregnant woman. This lady, a flight attendant flying in business class with her 3-yr old monster boy, was on her way to LA to meet her husband and father of the little monster. Soon after the departure, when the aircraft was flying over Island or a little further into its flying path, this lady thought that her waters broke and was afraid of delivering right there on the aircraft. At the paging for a physician, Doc replied to the call.
“Where you the only physician on board?” I asked recalling the question that my niece Altea asked Doc the last time he told her about the emergency on the Lufthansa flight.
“Well, actually, a medical student also replied to the call, but he was immediately dismissed” Doc replied.
So, after inspecting the future mom, Doc sanctioned that the waters were not broken (“Perhaps the wet feeling she had was due to urine” he mentioned) and the aircraft could continue toward its final destination (To the quesiton of the commander “Should we land or should we proceed?” Doc with no hesitation declared “Keep going”). Lucky him, because I am not sure what Doc would have done in case the baby had decided to see the world during that trip. I would have paid $ 1M to witness such situation and be there with him.
It’s not hard to imagine that after such impressive performance, Doc became the Italian Idol of the aircraft, and all flight assistants were kind to him and spoiled him with free espresso and chocolate… Obviously, they even had to take his personal information to check that he is indeed a physician and not an impostor, and who knows… perhaps also to know more about him and who he is, because Doc doesn’t wear a wedding band, and he always looks like a young and charming bachelor ^o^