Monday, November 8, 2010

Being tested is what life is about

Wednesday I was at the military hospital for my medical flight license. My eyes, my ears, my heart and so on were tested. I failed one test: the breathing part. I predicted it. The doctor says I have to be tested in greater depth.

Tuesday - Sunday, Life has been better, I'm on the hot seat, I gotta prove them that my place is in the cockpit ! I get in for sport. Running around, my legs are hurting I breathe in the freezing seasonal air, I'm not used to that.
 I want to fly since I'm 3. This is not the way I want it to end ! I hear a plane flying above the clouds and remember that I'm a part of it. I don't give up.

Monday Back at the hospital, I get into this pressurized cabin, the doctors are briefing me on what instructions I will have to follow and what they expect from me.
I will be inhaling a product that is going to irritate my lungs. If I react to early I'll be out of the competition.

We're on the roll, I breathe in and out as hard as I can, then the doctors administer the galling product... It gets harder and harder to breathe properly. I remember my operation last year and how I managed to get over it.
I think about the beauty of flying. It helps.

This is it, the doctor has the results, he disappears behind a door. I can't stop walking around, my father is there, he is sure it's gonna be fine. And I, I don't know, The doctor appears and says:
"Well, I have come to a conclusion, it is normal."

Those words... Wow, finally. I just won my ticket for the cockpit !

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