Once her flight took off, I received a call from her grandmother.
"She's on her way!" she said, cheerily.
"How was security?" I asked. After all, not only was this M's first solo flight, it was also her first flight with a pump. I remember being behind someone with a dialysis machine at airport security right after 9/11. Needless to say the experience was less than pleasant for all involved.
"It seemed fine. We could have escorted her to the gate, but she said that she could do it herself, so we watched her go through security, and it seemed to go just fine."
Well, this sounded like good news. When M received her pump, she also received a medical device card that says, "I am wearing a required medical device prescribed by my physician" and includes general information about what to do if she acts peculiar.
Just what constitutes "not peculiar" for a teenaged girl, I would like to know.
After a few hours, I went our local airport to retrieve M. Aside from looking about a foot taller (a common side effect of gaining valuable life experience), she looked great.
I asked her about airport security.
She said it was fine.
She didn't have to remove the pump. She did have to go through the metal detector. Then she had to have her hands swabbed with a cotton ball. The cotton ball was then tested, presumably for explosives, and she was sent on her merry way.
She thought that whole thing with the cotton ball was weird, and nobody explained it to her until I gave her my theory at home.
But it sounds like the TSA gets the whole insulin pump thing, which made M's life easier and less stressful.
So, yea! My baby's home!
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