High Flying

We knew when we set out to go to our Idaho home it was going to be an adventure, we've never flown together before, and we would be taking syringes on the plane. The drive was quite uneventful, we've made the trip to Spokane many many times. Airport Security, was another story. It was the standard take off your shoes send all your stuff through. But they took Joseph's white cane, and then "BAG CHECK!", the bag with the syringes. Like I said earlier we were prepared, the travel kit for the medication had an ID card in it, we also had a doctors note. What I wasn't prepared for was three people snooping around in the bag, reading and re-reading the ID card (like it was in a foreign language or something) and shooting us nasty looks. Is this what diabetics go through, what about people who carry epinephrine pens? They gave me really nasty looks when trying to speed things up, I told them the note in the bag is from his neurologist. Man, I felt like a criminal. And they took FOR.EV.ER! Finally they told me that they were going to send it through again, without the medicine pack and we were free to go. Luckily we were there crazy early.

We were boarded as VIPs, well Joseph was, I was his " and party".  We had assistance entering and exiting the plane and were escorted through tunnels and rode in pass code, fingerprint- reading elevators, it was intense. Our favorite assistant was a man with down syndrome, he took his job very seriously. He had a strong grip on Joseph from his first step off the plane, he led  us through said tunnels and elevators and then to our next gate. He didn't let me help.  He was so kind as to kick out a couple of elderly ladies from the handicap seats, so Joseph and I had seats, at the very crowded Seattle Airport. Unfortunately our efforts to stop these ladies and give them their seats back was in vain, they got away too quickly. We weren't ready to be waiting at our gate, we just wanted to know where it was, there was plenty of time to use the facilities and look around a little bit. Alas, those dear sweet ladies were long gone, and we were left feeling bad they lost their seats.

I would tell you how turbulent some of the flights were that day. Let's just say that it was a really good thing that I took some medicine for motion sickness! I don't get carsick or motion sick usually, but I guess that I do get airsick, especially on small planes. Boise was the worst, it was really bumpy and then when we landed, we bounced back into the air and then landed sideways. (I know, I was watching out the window, and feeling ill)

All in all a very quick (compared to driving), and successful trip to Idaho.

Our Plane in Idaho Falls.

J&S