“This usually costs an arm and a leg, Annabel,” joked my mum for the billionth time. “It only cost you a leg!”
I have a feeling my mum will be using that joke every single time we travel. It might not be funny, but it’s 100% true. My prosthetic leg gifted us super-fast check in, security, boarding and disembarkation for absolutely nothing – apart from the cost of my lost left leg, I guess, hence the joke…. okay, I admit, it’s quite funny.
Not only did we have the fastest check in we’d ever had, but everyone was so kind and helpful, especially the team at Tui. One shake of my Genium X3 and airport workers suddenly appeared, ushering my family and I to the front of every single queue, whizzing us on to the next section of our travels. I felt like the Pied Piper, my leg the magic flute.
I’d been so worried about security asking me to remove my prosthesis, but all they did was swab the outside of the socket to check for drugs. Phew. I was clean.
In summary, flying as an amputee is 100 times easier than flying as a two-legged person. Yes there were stairs and ramps, escalators and long walk-ways and but if you can move well with your prosthesis, you’ll be fine. And if you’re ever stuck in a queue, just give it a shake and watch the magic happen.
On a side note, my little leg didn’t swell up like a bag of crisps. I kept the prosthetic on the whole flight and noticed absolutely no difference in socket fit at any point on the journey.
Success! Amputees, go travel!
