Why can't we have nice things?
26 May 2011
Last week I went on my first medevac. The downside was that my dad was the patient - he tripped on his boat and ended up falling backward onto a stag horn, then somersaulting into the water. Fortunately he’s okay, though it could have easily been worse - he has internal bleeding around his kidneys, and last week he wasn’t able to stand for more than about 10 mins, and not able to sit at all. As a result, we decided to call in our company travel insurance, and engaged a jet to fly up to Newcastle. This is exactly the sort of thing we do for our clients, we’ve just never had to do it for ourselves before, so it was an interesting experience.

Sitting in the back of a jet, after a short safety briefing, and with the blessings of the pilots, I had the opportunity to check on a few things:
It took 1:40 to get to Newcastle, and about 2 hours to return. Dad is now resting up, and this week he’s back at work, so this worked out a lot better than sitting on a jetstar flight.