Leaving Dubai – again

There is nothing worse than taking a flight out of Dubai at 0150 in the morning. As you heard my previous whine – it means an extremely long day and a night of little sleep.

Or, as was in my case on this particular flight, no sleep.

Lufthansa has their “Doctors on Board” program which has those of us who are in certain specialties listed with them, credentials on file and noted on the manifest. This avoids most of the paging for assistance in case of emergency. In the case of this flight, I had barely had supper and was looking to sleep when one of the cabin attendants came to find me. My fellow passenger was a very nice gentleman in his early 70s not doing really well which meant his wife was also fairly anxious. Got him evaluated and settled with followup planned for arrival in Frankfurt and headed back toward my seat. Didn’t make it as there was a second passenger also feeling extremely unwell.

Seems like there was a German tour agency which seemed to specialize in one week trips for middle class retired German’s featuring a week in the U.A.E. including fair amount of driving around, beach time and not much rest. She took a bit longer. The pilot was delighted to not need to divert for either passenger. I was surprised to discover LH has a number of nurses who are on their second career now as cabin attendants and not my age either but this flight had a charming young man in his mid 30s completely familiar with all the toys, contents, and meds in the chest. Which only left me the paperwork. I managed with my German in spite of being tired and put to shame by one of the other cabin crew (German, English, French, Dutch, Italian, Hebrew….).

I dragged myself off the plane, through customs and to baggage claim. From there I made a brief stop in the arrivals lounge before catching the train. The connection in Mannheim wasn’t fun. George met me in Heidelberg.

Given that we fly to the US on Friday there is a mountain of organizing and sorting to complete before then. So much for my dream of sleeping……

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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