Winging it
This is continuing from “Climb every mountain”
Although I was not accorded pre-boarding, it was nice to be on my way. One of the flight attendants (known as stewardess back then) assured me that they’d keep an eye on me and oxygen was available if needed. My lips turning blue was the warning sign. I settled down for what I hoped would be an uneventful journey.
On arrival at London, as I was descending the steps to the tarmac, I saw a nurse standing beside a smaller version of a limousine; and she was shouting up to the attendants, “I’m looking for 17-F”. I was stunned and told her that I was 17-F. I chuckle when I remember her next words. “You are the most hale and hearty lung patient I have ever seen”
When I arrived beside her she told me that I was being taken to the airport hospital so I could rest and maybe sleep since there were about four hours until my next leg of the journey to Scotland. Meanwhile, the driver was loading my take-on luggage into the trunk. The nurse also told me that they would drive me to the domestic terminal in time for the next flight.
Qantas will always be the number one airline in my books.
To be continued.