I’m in the process of booking a flight to Miami and the airline is asking all kinds of questions about my ventilator. I guess that’s to be expected, although it never received this much scrutiny in the past. Of course, the last time I flew was pre-September 11. That was the flight to LA from hell. I was going to LA for a few days with my brother and nurse. We got on the plane and were settling into our seats when the cabin starts to fill with smoke. We got off the plane and waited about ninety minutes for another plane. Once the next plane is ready, we board the next plane. But this one smelled like a chemical spill and we’re instructed to get off this plane as well. Keep in mind that each time we have to get off the plane, my brother and my nurse have to carry me and my ventilator off the plane and my wheelchair has to be brought up from luggage. I’m starting to feel like a piece of baggage myself. Finally, we get on a third plane and take off for LA. We land and I wait for my chair to be brought up. Except it doesn’t appear. After more waiting, we’re told they can’t find my chair. It might still be in Minneapolis. But after an hour or so, they find it in a luggage carousel and we’re on our merry way.
Who says flying isn’t fun?
A woman left a message on my voicemal looking for the person in the L&P article. She left an 800 number, so I’m not sure who she is with. Guess I’ll find out tomorrow.
