30 is the new.....

Well, it's official. I'm no longer in my twenties. Yes..it's true..I just turned (sniff) 30.

Gosh darn it..this means I'm gonna have to change the description of me being a "twenty-something" in my blog banner. Not cool. Not cool at all.

Of course, when my mother was less than thrilled about turning 60, I bombarded her with cliche pep-talks about age just being a number.

I've since told myself to take that crap advice and shove it.

Fortunately, my friends and family have plied me with so much cake that I've been in a sugar coma for two weeks and haven't had time to pout.

And then there was this little ditty that my nephew drew for me as a special birthday present. That's the two of us picking apples. Note the fact that we look like Wookies and he forgot to draw himself ears. Can you understand why this has quickly become one of my most treasured possessions?

And (drum-roll) DH and I are going to Mexico on Friday! Wahoo! Come to think of it, this turning 30 thing isn't half bad.

So this trip will mark my first experience traveling with the stimulator. I have my handy dandy Medtronic card that states I have a medical device but I'm still slightly anxious about getting through security- particularly on the Mexico side. I can already see it...I'm holding up a long line of hot and frazzled passengers while trying to fish out my Medtronic card and explain the implant in halted, awkward sentences to less-than-enthused airport security officials.

I'm already sweating.

I need cake.

Then there's the wee issue of the narcotics I'll be transporting into the country (I know that by using the word "transporting" it makes me seem like a drug dealer and that's exactly what I'm going for).

Anyway, I've polled a number of chronic pain patients who've traveled to foreign countries with controlled substances and none of them have had problems. The consensus is to keep them in their prescription bottles, keep them in a carry-on and (to be extra safe) get a doctor's note. Believe it or not, I was actually organized enough to get a doctor's note (sometimes, I surprise myself).

I'm also really curious to see if the stimulator helps make the long flight more palatable. When DH and I flew to Hawaii for our honeymoon, I was in monstrous pain (even when we broke the flight up into two shorter flights). I'm crossing my fingers that this time will at least be a little better.

So if I don't post again tomorrow (which is highly likely), I'll let all of you know how the traveling worked out when I return!

(Photo Credits: Pic. of that awesome sparkling bday cake taken by JustShal photography)