How Not to Tell TSA You Have Syringes In Your Carry-On
I held the flowered bag in my hands. I had won it and was putting it to good use.
But today was the ultimate test. It had to get through airport security.
As we approached the TSA officials, my palms began to sweat. My mouth became as dry as a mom on a hot day at the fairgrounds. Everything could go down the disposer with one grumpy person.
As I approaced the stern looking woman, whose belt appearted too tight, I said,
“Excuse me. I need to be hand searched.”
Her face registered surprise. Seriously, who wants a pat down?
“I mean, I need my bags to be hand checked.”
There was absolutely no way I was going to allow my precious medicine to be blasted with X-Rays that probably act much like a microwave zapping your food.
Why? She replied, as if I was mentally ill.
In a high pitched, desperate voice, I replied,
“There are shots in there!”
Her hand raised itself near her shoulder as if to press the button on her security radio.
Quickly, I explained myself. Fearing the woman thought I had a gun.
“I mean, I have medical equiptment. There are shots. Medicine. It’s refrigerated.”
Oh. Just put it through the X-Ray machine.
“NO! The TSA website said not to. I want it hand searched.”
The Engineer shakes his head behind me. He can’t believe he is married to me. I almost created a national secuity alert. Our long anticipated Colorado vacation happiness could be foiled by my clumsy words.
My bag was handed to another official who wore blue latex gloves.
This woman’s face was turned up in disgust as she gingerly began to pull the contents of my cold bag out. Looking for the shots. The sharp objects that promote my weight loss. The injections that destroy the normally outlawed fat.
I think my grossly exagerated concern about being allowed on an airplane with a sharp object created a desire to complete the search as quickly as possible.
The syringes (a more appropriate word) weren’t even unwrapped from the bubble wrap, the protective plastic bag, further insulated by the original syringe packaging.
You can go through.
It was a very awkward moment that I am thankful I won’t have to repeat.
Mental note: Don’t tell a TSA official you have a shot. Use the word syring. Don’t panic going through security. And know that you don’t have to show a perscription to take medical paraphenilia through airport security.
All this to say, I have lost 15.5 pounds to date.
Our vacation is posing some challenges as I have to be creative with my food choices.
Pray for me. Their are Starbucks everywhere.
Linking up with some other Healthy Moms,
See how all these amazing woman are doing at the Adventurez In Child’Rearing.