Thank goodness I was a girl scout.
I'm traveling for business tomorrow. The first time in a while. The first time since the new regulations about traveling with liquids and gels. It's time for me to dust off the perfect diabetes travel kit. I have a new letter from my doctor explaining all the junk, including liquids and gels, that I have to carry with me. So ostensibly, I'm set. And yet I'm sitting here, the day before, wondering what kind of security adventure awaits me. It's a habit I come by honorably from past experience. How early should I get there, I wonder? It could be a seamless process after all, with no one batting an eye when I mention my insulin pump, as I step through the security machine. Or it could be the blank stare, pulled to the side with lot's of questions kind of thing, like it was early after 9/11. Who knows. I'll just have to wait and see. And in the meantime, plan for all the possibilities. Be there earlier vs. later. Have the letter easily available. Be ready to pull out all my pump stuff and insulin. In a word, I will be prepared.
What's so classic in all this, is the fact that I'm even thinking about at all. On top of making sure that I have all the stuff I need to bring with me, all the back-up, contingency equipment and meds, I'm also having to think about security. I understand the why of it all. I get the realities of modern travel. What I'm struck with though is how, as usual, "regular life" is just a bit more complex, because of diabetes.
Yep, thank goodness, I was a girl scout a million year ago. Who knew that the be prepared motto we girl scouts live by, would be so useful later in life?