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Status: GO for Flight Control

I've been focusing a lot of my blogging (and, generally, my attention) on the baby-front, but now I'm back at work and attempting to focus on the flight-controller-front again. While I was away, you know, having a baby and stuff my flight controller certification lapsed. Certification requires proficiency reading and an evaluated simulation as well as an in-depth medical exam annually. Since I was basically James' giant peach at the time my medical clearance rolled (haha) around, management decided I should just wait to complete the medical upon my return from maternity leave. This was Fine with a capital F with me, my mind was a bit preoccupied anyway.

Since my return to work about 3 weeks ago I have been busy catching up on my proficiency reading, preparing for and completing a simulation, and today, finishing up my medical clearance. After bloodwork, urine collection, eye dilation, Endocrinologist letters, sound-proof-box hearing test, vision test, physical exam, and way too many medical puns from my NASA doctor I have been re-approved to fly the space station as an Attitude Determination and Control Officer! I'm "back UP" as they used to say at my old job! Phewwww! I knew I had nothing to be concerned about but there is always that nagging little feeling in the back of my head that this could be the year doctors decide it's just too much liability to have a Type 1 Diabetic at the controls of a multi-billion dollar space ship.

Thankfully the NASA doctors have welcomed me with open arms. Even though NASA's Flight Controller medical is much more in depth than the one I had to pass for my FAA Class 3 medical clearance, the doctors seem to be on my side - a feeling I never got from the wizard-behind-the-curtain doctors at the FAA. Here I am an individual - a person with Type 1 Diabetes that is well controlled and has a suite of sensors and instruments to track trends and administer very precise insulin doses. I am dedicated to this job (my dream job!) and therefore must be disciplined enough to be dedicated to my Diabetes care.

See you next year, NASA clinic.


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  1. You go girl! grandpa merv would be so proud, as we all are. Dad.

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