“Tengo una puerta aquí,” I said, tapping the knob that pokes out of my body above my right breast. “Ah, estas bien,” said the TSA agent at the San Juan airport, kindly overlooking the fact that I’d just told her I have a door in my chest. “Adelante.” And I whisked on through.
Thanks for writing and sharing your experience. I’ve been working with people with ports for a while now and they really fascinate me. Practical, yet invasive, they are always there and remind me of that when I forget and accidentally touch one. I’m glad you’re on the other side of the regular use of yours. It’s amazing what we can get used to.
Thanks for writing and sharing your experience. I’ve been working with people with ports for a while now and they really fascinate me. Practical, yet invasive, they are always there and remind me of that when I forget and accidentally touch one. I’m glad you’re on the other side of the regular use of yours. It’s amazing what we can get used to.