I was visiting my parents in Charleston. SC and on my second to last night, broke my left foot on their staircase. (It was dark, thought I had one step go but sadly there were two.) Two days later I’m at Charleston airport with my three kids hobbling to security on crutches with a soft splint wrapped in bandages around my left foot and shin. They tell me I have to stand in the X-ray machine for “just 3 seconds”, I explain I am not able to bear any weight on my left foot at at all. So they wave me in anyhow and I’m thinking maybe they’ll let me stand with my crutches…no. As soon as I get in there more agents come over, take my crutches and give me a cane. Ok I think, a cane will help me bear the weight for “3 seconds” but then they tell me they are going to take the cane and I must put both arms above my head and balance on my good foot while my broken one hovers over the spot it should be resting on. “Just 3 seconds” I’m so nervous I’m going to fall and injure it more I was shaking like a leaf! And because I was shaking the image was no good and they told me I had to do it one more time, “just for 3 seconds!” Needless to say, that image didn’t work either. “We’re going to have to pat you down” they said. One of the agents felt bad, I could tell because I was on the verge of tears strattera weight loss. So she patted me down, told me about another visitor who injured themselves and missed a wedding, made small talk with me, and I did appreciate her efforts. But this mess with the X-ray body scan machine shouldn’t have happened to begin with…
By: Erin Boucher