A twofer today because I missed Friday’s blog challenge for the letter V.
The thought of flying causes me great anxiety. Actually, it is more of a phobia which creates horrible bodily reactions. Being in huge crowds is also an anxiety trigger.
The Atlanta Hartsfield-Jackson airport is the busiest airport in the United States, and it is c r a z y. In fact, I have to concentrate so hard on holding myself together that most times I walk through the airport I’m in a zombie like state (best way to describe it for me), I don’t remember much.
Anyway, the TSA has a newish program called TSA pre-check. It means one can go through the security lines without having to place the 3 ounce liquids contained in a quart sized plastic bag on the conveyor, laptops don’t have to be pulled out, shoes can be left on, as well as coats. Both my husband and I pulled the jackpot and got the special pre-check nod.
Well…I was holding my sweater and the TSA agent told me I had to put the sweater on before being blasted with some more radiation, or place it on the conveyor for x-ray screening. Not wanting to hold up the line, I threw it on the conveyor.
…..and we were almost to the train/tram that would take us to our gate when I realized I had forgotten my sweater. I had to go back—-a very long hike of escalators and elevators back to the entry of the security line. I slogged through security again and retrieved my sweater.
I returned to where my husband was waiting and we made it to our gate huffing and puffing just as they were making a last call.
We sat in our seats and very, very shortly after, the plane started taxiing to the runway.
I didn’t have time to think about anxiety, and I can’t believe I thought my old sweater was worth almost missing our flight.
I have to thank my new pulmonologist–he gave me a prescription for a new medication and I can actually breathe better. Good thing, because wearing Birkenstocks also made running through the airport around a mass of people going every which way quite difficult.