From Ducks to Doctors

Just when you think you are experiencing an uneventful trip, something odd occurs.  Yesterday my trip from San Jose to Portland was delayed; we ended up having to walk out to the tarmac and board the Oregon Ducks plane.  Not only was the plane colorful but the flight was as well.

The plane was packed; unfortunately, the air vents did not produce much breeze so it was stifling inside the plane.  As soon as the flight attendants began serving the complimentary drinks, the plane began experiencing a serious case of turbulence.  It bumped, it jumped, it twisted and turned, so much so that the attendants halted the beverage service. 

Once the plane settled down, the stewardesses tried to resume drink service.  The turbulence began again, worse than before, and thus no pop or pretzels would be had for the rest of the trip.

We began the dissension to the Portland airport when all of a sudden someone from three rows back yelled "Is there a doctor on board?"  This was something right out of the movies!  I felt I was in Airport 2012!  A woman continued to holler "he's not feeling well - is there a doctor?" and the flight attendants began surveying the passengers.  Two rows in front of me there was actually a doctor, who made his way to the man.  Apparently the passenger had passed out (perhaps due to the massive turbulence or lack of vent air).  When we landed, we were instructed to remain in our seats until the medics could board and administer treatment to the passenger.  An ambulance was next to the plane and there was a scurry of activity both on and off the plane.  Thankfully, we were soon released from our seats, depart from the flight, using the plane stairs to the tarmac (which never happens in Portland) and make our way to baggage claim. 

It was a long day and I was very happy to see my Michael for a ride home.  From a fire alarm in the morning to medics in the afternoon, it was an unexpected and eventful day!