Sometimes I think about what I might do if I couldn’t be a
doctor. You know, were I to become
incapacitated for medical work, or lose my license due to a lawsuit or clerical
error by the Medical Board (not inconceivable), or were the apocalypse to be
nigh, for example on Dec. 21, 2012.
Here are some ideas I’ve thought of.
·
Physics instructor
·
Actor
·
At-home parent (GB laughs at this idea, but
maybe I could do it, right?)
·
Faxer of Things (see The Other Shoe Dropping 12/15/11)
·
Forest ranger
This morning as I pulled in to the hospital parking lot I
realized ALL OF THESE THINGS ARE INSANELY BORING.
Obviously I would be a helicopter pilot for Life Flight (or similar.)
Probably I have never thought of this before because I have
never parked directly next to a helicopter before. It is a lovely beast.
It would be fantastic.
Not only would I be rescuing folks from remote hospitals with mediocre
specialty access and possibly SAVING LIVES but more importantly I would be
FLYING A HELICOPTER.
Probably I’ve never been in a helicopter before but I don’t
think that matters too much. How hard
could it be? Ask me a troubleshooting
question.
What happens when there is a storm approaching?
·
Fly away from the storm.
What happens when the helicopter turns upside down?
·
Obviously you reverse the direction of the
blades.
See? Easy.
What if all the power goes out on the helicopter?
·
You should have brought your battery. I would always bring a back-up battery.
What if there was a mutiny on board the helicopter
mid-flight?
·
Obviously I would start singing Kum-Bay-Ah or a
made-up song about helicopters. Works
for my kids.
What if a velociraptor appears from the sky and tackles you?
·
Consult Up-To-Date for Helicopter Pilots. (They have that, right?)
I am so excited about my alternate career I might even see if they will allow me to ride in a helicopter one day so I can subtly talk them into letting me fly it, such that they will not even realize my pretext until it is too late.
I will grasp the steering wheel (Console? Handlebars?) with
my pasty-white, overly-dry hands and conjure up reflexes and dexterity
long-held dormant to guide the lovely beast safely through the air. I will push buttons (lights?) and talk on the
radio with a headset (is it called CB or CV?)
“Roger, 40, what’s your 20? I’ll
have a number 17 with Ranch Vinaigrette.
Will be landing shortly if that’s ok.
Do I land on the X or next to it?”
After we land I’ll take a moment to relax and drink some
lemonade while reading a little bit about Helicopter Piloting Terminology. Probably I’ll be considered a prodigy and
earn a medal.
But first I guess I will round on a few patients.
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