expatgirl
Master Chef
arriving home in KZ after a long, arduous journey and seeing my husband........also helping out an old man (well, older than me ) who I "doctored" as I was the only one to come to his assistance when they announced that they needed a doctor....when I saw noone going to the back to help I stepped in as I had had some student nursing training though I was sure to them I was no doctor nor nurse...they didn't care they were just happy for some help...I "diagnosed" him with being dehydrated after eliminating heart attack, dementia, and low blood sugar...took his pulse after calming him down as we took deep breaths together and it was normal for his age..... went to my "black doctor's bag" andgave the steward some rehydration powder to mix with water and told them to give it to him as often as he could tolerate it (imagine drinking saltwater) but he looked and felt immensely better awhile later.....I was called "Dr. Debe" in Cairo... What a feeling!!