Well This Could Be Bad

Among my other accomplishments this weekend,* I read through the initial paperwork the Antarctica cruise line sent me. Most of it was the usual "thank you so much," "here's some info you'll need," blah, blah, blah, but there was one fly in the ointment. 

I need to provide a doctor's certification that I'm "healthy enough to travel." While the boat has a fully accredited doctor on board, they apparently don't want that doctor to actually have to do anything. Fair enough. If I was a cruise line, I wouldn't want my doctor doing more than handing out Dramamine either.**

But it will be interesting to see what "healthy enough to travel" means, especially since you don't actually have to deliver the piece of paper until you step on board (though the recommend emailing it ahead of time). I'm going to be very unhappy if I make it all the way to Ushuaia only to be told they won't let me get on the boat. 

I suppose I'll have to email the medical form ahead of time and see what sort of response the answer to the "Do you have any medical conditions of which we should be aware?" question generates. 


* That was sarcasm, but you probably knew that. 
** This does, however, raise the question of why an individual who went to all the bother necessary to secure a medical license would feel fulfilled handing out Dramamine.