Today is day three into six days at sea. I have to say being in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean is very, very weird. At this very moment, we are dead center with nearly 15,000 feet of water beneath the ship and thousands of miles away from land. I haven’t seen a light at night or any sign of other life in three days. I got to thinking about it and if anything were to happen, rescue units would never get to us because even if they found us, they couldn’t fit 3,000 people on any rescue vessel besides another cruise ship. We would be the floating doomed.
And forget a ship problem. If you have a heart attack or a stroke, you are pretty much dead meat. I think you have like three hours to get treatment for a stroke and I don’t believe anyone could find you in three hours or ten. There is a doctor onboard, but I don’t know if there are the facilities to care for, say a stroke victim.
I have to stop thinking about this stuff before I have a stroke or at the least a panic attack, so on to other subjects.
Last night a hypnotist provided the evening entertainment. He literally brought down the house with his show. Funny, funny funny! I love Carnival’s new entertainment lineup.
Which brings me back to being stranded in the middle of the ocean. The hypnotist is giving a class in a few minutes. I’m going to join him to get treatment for this new set of phobias and hope he can take me to my happy place.