Adventures in traveling

Last week I had to leave town and go to Virginia for a very quick trip.  I was going to be in Virginia for 7 hours.  I flew a red eye out of Salt Lake and had a lay over in Atlanta.  Spent the day in Virginia taking care of some personal business then hopped back on a plane to fly back to Salt Lake.  We were scheduled to land in Detroit for a lay over and then on to our final destination.  About half way to Detroit the Captain comes on the intercom and tells us there is a problem with the front landing gear.  He says that when we land he won't be able to steer the plane.  He says that it is a routine landing situation but that he is going to land us in Cleveland instead of Detroit because there is fog in Detroit.

I had a full day of patients scheduled for the next day.  CRAP!!   As we are landing I look out the window and there are fire trucks and ambulances lined all along the runway with their lights flashing.  We landed without incident though.  I get on the phone with Delta Airlines as soon as we touch down and call to see if there are any flights out of Cleveland to Salt Lake leaving that night.  Of course there aren't.  I get off the plane and talk to the gate agent and there is nothing out of Cleveland or Detroit at all that night.  I hop on a bus to Detroit and sit back and try to enjoy the 2.5 hour ride.

I get into Detroit and get flight arrangements for the next morning.  We will fly to Minnesota then on to Salt Lake.  How fun another lay over.  The next morning for some reason my phone doesn't change time zones so I over sleep.  I have just enough time to get up and get dressed in the same clothes I have been wearing for the last 36 hours with no shower.  Gotta love it!! 

I fly into Minnesota and have a very quick layover then back on the plane for my 5th flight in 36 hours.  On the way to Salt Lake the stewardess comes on the intercom and asks if there is a doctor on board because there is a passenger having some medical trouble.  In my mind I envision us landing in Denver of Iowa or who knows where.  Fortunately that didn't happen and I finally made it back to Salt Lake.  It was a very long couple of days.  But at least the plane didn't crash.  I am not sure what it is but I have kind of rotten luck with travel.  Oh well could be worse I suppose.