I’m going to London in a few weeks. This will be my first trip abroad since being diagnosed with MS. Since I travel periodically with my job, I’ve had to deal with injecting while in a hotel. It’s not really that bad. Getting through security isn’t usually that big of a problem. I did have a situation when I was going through Washington’s Reagan National Airport and the TSA dude started taking my cooler with the meds off the belt while I was still waiting to go through the metal detector. I started making a huge fuss and screaming that an agent was taking my medication out of my sight. I had a supervisor by my side in no time.

This trip will be a little different in that it’s a long flight and a long layover.  Once I get to London, putting the meds in Steve’s refrigerator will be the easiest part of the whole thing.  Depending on how my med schedule falls that week, I might end up giving my injection on the flight over. I’m not sure I like that idea, though.

I spoke to a US Airways agent, and they said to let the flight attendant know when I got aboard the aircraft that I had meds I needed to keep cold. She said they would at least be able to provide some ice. I’ll take a few plastic bags along for that. I’m sure we can make this work out okay. 

My real concern is getting through airport security since my meds are a liquid. However, I also have the prescription label. And duh, they’re in a syringe. 

MS Lifelines is sending me a new portable sharps container for the trip. That will certainly come in handy, too.

One of the other things I’ve done, just to be on the absolute safe side, is to register my trip with the US Embassy in London. You can do that via the US State Department’s website. God forbid something happen to me while I’m there, but if the US Embassy gets word that I’m in any trouble, they’ll see that I have multiple sclerosis and take Rebif three times a week. This may sound like overkill. It probably is. The United Kingdom is hardly a third would country. It’s just that the last thing I’d want is to be lying in a hospital in any world country where the doctors don’t know why I have no feeling on the left side of my body.