Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Another treat to help survive the cold

My colleagues decided to go for seafood for dinner. They recommended lobster and I could not say no.
It was really good and not too much to eat which is always an exploit in the US.


Monday, February 4, 2013

30 hours

After what felt the longest trip ever, and it was probably my longest trip so far, I reached Cincinnati this afternoon.
It's snowing, -5C.
Everything is white and it's beautiful but it's so so so cold. It will probably take a few days to adjust back to winter. Just in time for my weekend in Montreal.

I am now at the hotel with no energy left at all. In the plane I thought about going to the gym, but now all I can think of is sleep. Even the idea of going for dinner feels unmanageable. Maybe I will call the room service...

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Same old, same old

Every time I fly with Delta, it's the same feeling to have a crew of grandmas as flight attendants. It was even more obvious this time after all the flights in Asia. Somehow, the crew on that flight is not the youngest and does not even try to look younger.
In Business class the flight attendants are usually the experienced ones so they are indeed older but somehow with Delta it feels like it's a group of retired people or almost retired.

The other thing that never changes is the dessert. For 8 years now, at least, they have been serving a sundae for dessert. They offer a scoop of vanilla ice cream, which is not good, with different toppings. It's so bad I never finish it when I order it. If I am lucky there are some fruits somewhere but that's not always the case.


A little treat

I know it's not reasonable.
I also know I will have to spend some hours in the gym to eliminate them.

BUT the moment I saw the shop I knew I was in trouble.
AND the moment I smelled their unique delicate perfumes, I knew I would be weak.  Just smelling them and my whole body was craving for them.

I could not resist to some macarons from La Duree. They are the best in the world and once in a while, one should be entitled to have some.

For the first time in my life

I slept almost 8 hours in an aircraft!
Fair enough it was not 8 hours continuously but more 4 series of 2 hours, but in the end I never slept so long in any flight so far.
It seems that being exhausted before boarding might be the reason of this miracle.

I was tired after a busy week at work and I had to wake up early on Saturday for the ultrasound.
I did not take a nap before flying to ensure I would be tired at night.
The flight was delayed by 30min making it leaving at almost midnight, which is way past my bedtime these days.

Now I understand why Alice always says that the flights to/from Asia are short. If you sleep most of the time, it does feel shorter.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Flying (again) on a A380

The excitement does not wear off :)


A painful ultrasound

This morning, I got up early and went to the Novena Medical Center to have my ultrasound done.
I had an appointment at 8:30am. I estimated I would be done by latest 9am. I was so wrong.
After roughly 30minutes of scanning the area, the technician told me she couldn't see it. Now the thing is that my lipoma was seen already twice in the past years, even measured. It is not possible for if to disappear just like that. It either stays in me forever or get surgically removed. Given no one cut me open to my knowledge, it had to be there.
Clearly this ultrasound is different from the classical pregnancy ultrasound check where a baby can't be missed and the technician didn't know what to do or where to look.
Around 9:15, she gave up and told me they will arrange for me to go to the hospital across the street so a doctor could have a look.
By 9:30am I was walking with someone to the hospital, Mount Elizabeth Novena hospital. Now that's something!
The lobby is like a hotel lobby. There is a fountain in the driveway, there is a Starbucks inside the facility and they even offer valet service. It felt more like a hotel than a hospital. The more I saw about it the more I was thinking it must cost a fortune to be a patient here.
After another round of registration, I was given a blouse to change into, had to wait a bit longer and finally another technician made the ultrasound.
Service is so important that when she left the room to check with the doctor, she covered my legs with a blanket so I would not get cold.
The other detail is that they keep on offering you a place to sit while waiting. Unfortunately for me that didn't appeal to me at all as the more time they spent scanning the more in pain I was.
I did take a couple of pictures of the hallway while waiting simply because it did not look like a hospital.

What should have taken 10-15min, took in the end 2 hours. Plus one more to get the report.
Not to mention I had to pay 143S$ for a simple ultrasound.
Today I really miss the healthcare system of Europe, not to say France.