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The Dealings with the FAA...

As most of you know, my job involves actually flying on military aircraft. As such, it requires that I obtain a Class 3 (the lowest class) FAA flight medical. This is good news and bad news. The good news: Type 1 Diabetics are allowed a waiver to obtain a Class 3 FAA medical. The bad news: it involves a lot of extra work, doctor’s appointments, letters, begging, pleading, etc.

So, reluctantly I went to an FAA doctor to start this process of getting a flight medical. Turns out, I am absolutely perfect…better than perfect vision, the definition of great blood pressure, great reflexes, no color-blindness, excellent hearing. Yup, I’m perfect, except for this one little thing: Type 1, insulin-dependent Diabetes. Crap.

And it turns out, for someone as special as me, I have to get a letter from my doctor, have two A1Cs, get checked out by an endocrinologist, go to an eye doctor appointment and then send in all this paperwork to the FAA in hopes that they will deem me “eligible.” Usually Diabetes and I get along quite well (I mean considering it told my pancreas to go haywire and shutdown), however, in this case, it really SUCKS.

Tomorrow is my eye doctor appointment and I just found out that my medical records were sent last week, so hopefully I will be able to set up an appointment with the endocrinologist this week. It is a pain enough to move and get everything set up here and then to have all of these appointment burdens, ugh…its stressing me out.

Hope ya’lls life is stress-free!

And in other news: mom, thanks for being there and letting me vent. It is sincerely appreciated.

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  1. Sometimes being an adult is fun and then other times it is just a lot of work. I'm sure everything will work out great. Mom

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