Contrary to Good

Regardless of what may happen to me, someone a seat over (or a world apart) has an even worse time of things. I think it's pretty miserable to be sitting on a cross-country flight running a fever and the risk of respiratory distress from some CES-borne contagion. At least I was headed home. Next to me and one row back were two girls travelling from Sydney, headed to Boston on some RSA Security business. The girl one row back had every symptom of an early kidney infection, and she had to be met by paramedics at the gate.

Nothing makes you wish you'd found the time to take that EMT course than hearing, "Is there a doctor, a nurse, an EMT or any medical professional on the aircraft?"

Having to go straight from your flight to a foreign hospital for something that you thought was just a touch of illness is not cool -- and it's worse if you're travelling for work. Depending on the actual problem, she might be out for a day or two, or she could be out for the rest of her holiday. Our weather won't help any. Compared to that, my fourteen hours spent on my roommate's couch in a fevered delerium seem like fairly light duty. The worst of it came and went when I was senseless enough, or asleep enough, to not mind. I may even go bowling tonight if this trend continues. I didn't even crack a rib from coughing, unlike Lizzie. So while things are contrary to good here, they're really not all that bad.