We had a really great vacation
We really did. We saw both of our families and had a really good time.
On the way back, American Airlines lost my IV pole. I can't dialyze without it. I take travel days off, so I need to dialyze for sure the next day. I was unable to do that today, because I was waiting for my pole to be delivered. First I was told that it would be here this morning (which would have been fine). Then it was going to be here between 12:30 and 6:30. Then they called me to ask if I would be home between 8 and 10. It finally arrived about ten minutes ago (at around 10pm). That is, the cardboard tube it was in arrived. The pole is not in the tube. Since the entire process takes about 5 hours, this is too late for me to dialyze (even if it were here), and that's why my writing is a little off.
It's also taking me a lot longer to write than usual, because I can't find my words. THankfully, Larra has hers, and she is on the phone with American, trying to get some kind of refund or something. I'm going to have to go into the dialysis center tomorrow so I don't die. That is overdramatic, but they really did put my health in jeopardy. They knew that it was part of a life-saving medical device, and the guy in Portland went out of his way to try to get all of our stuff with us to New York.
This may all be the fault of the ever-vigilant TSA. The tube has an "Inspected" sticker on it, and the tape has clearly been cut through on the open end. I don't really care if they look at my 42" steel pole as long as they give it back to me.
Anyway, I feel completely sick and awful and I'm pissed as hell.
UPDATE: Larra was a total hero on the phone. Despite the fact that she told them we "will never fly American again, I will tell all my friends not to, and everyone else I ever meet--ever--for the rest of my life," we have two ticket vouchers coming our way. Also, the TSA is supposed to call me tomorrow. I don't know that I've ever spoken with a clown in the security theater before, so that might be interesting.
On the way back, American Airlines lost my IV pole. I can't dialyze without it. I take travel days off, so I need to dialyze for sure the next day. I was unable to do that today, because I was waiting for my pole to be delivered. First I was told that it would be here this morning (which would have been fine). Then it was going to be here between 12:30 and 6:30. Then they called me to ask if I would be home between 8 and 10. It finally arrived about ten minutes ago (at around 10pm). That is, the cardboard tube it was in arrived. The pole is not in the tube. Since the entire process takes about 5 hours, this is too late for me to dialyze (even if it were here), and that's why my writing is a little off.
It's also taking me a lot longer to write than usual, because I can't find my words. THankfully, Larra has hers, and she is on the phone with American, trying to get some kind of refund or something. I'm going to have to go into the dialysis center tomorrow so I don't die. That is overdramatic, but they really did put my health in jeopardy. They knew that it was part of a life-saving medical device, and the guy in Portland went out of his way to try to get all of our stuff with us to New York.
This may all be the fault of the ever-vigilant TSA. The tube has an "Inspected" sticker on it, and the tape has clearly been cut through on the open end. I don't really care if they look at my 42" steel pole as long as they give it back to me.
Anyway, I feel completely sick and awful and I'm pissed as hell.
UPDATE: Larra was a total hero on the phone. Despite the fact that she told them we "will never fly American again, I will tell all my friends not to, and everyone else I ever meet--ever--for the rest of my life," we have two ticket vouchers coming our way. Also, the TSA is supposed to call me tomorrow. I don't know that I've ever spoken with a clown in the security theater before, so that might be interesting.