Note: There were very few pictures taken on this trip, so there aren't many to post. Lots of things went wrong. If you're someone who only wants to read about good experiences and none of the bad, you may not want to read any further.
Saturday, September 15th - Departure Day!
The day started out super early. We had the alarm set for 5:00 a.m., but I woke up around 4:45. Too excited to sleep!

We had the majority of everything in the livingroom already, waiting and ready to go.
Our nephew arrived at 6:15 to take us to CVG for our flight. We like arriving at the airport super early, and since I was on crutches we knew it would take even longer to get through security, etc.
DH had called Delta on Thursday to let them know I'd need a wheelchair assist for arrivals and departures. We got to the airport a little after 7 a.m. Guess what? There's no wheelchair waiting.

We check with the skycap - they don't know anything about it. There is, however, a note in the computer preventing us from checking in curbside, so we had to go in and wait in a forever long line to check in inside. The skycap directed us to some wheelchairs, so DH went over and grabbed one for me. An offer of help was never given - just a quick finger point to where the wheelchairs were parked.
Mind you, we have two large suitcases to check, two carry-ons, a c-pap machine carry-on, and me on crutches ... So here's my hubby, trying to carry as much as he can AND push me in the wheelchair. See how the trip started?
We finally get through the check-in line (our bags came in under weight, thank goodness!

), and the counter guy says he has no idea why we couldn't check in outside - he can't find any note.

Oooookay. He offers to get someone to push me so DH can handle the carry-on stuff. We wait 20 minutes. No-one ever shows up, he doesn't know why, we can't wait any longer. We finally move on to security by ourselves with the carry-ons piled in my lap, me carrying the crutches, and DH pushing the whole shebang.
We get to security and they don't know what to do with me since I can't physically stand to go through the checkpoint without the crutches. My crutches went down the line and were inspected, rubbed with the explosives wipes, etc. ... but they still didn't want to let me use them to get through. After 4 TSA agents stood around scratching their heads ("Well, she can't do the body scan because of the crutches. And she can't walk through the metal detector with the crutches, either."

), I finally requested the pat-down. I figured it was probably the only way we were going to get through there.
They quickly wheel me into a separate closed room and do the pat-down with me holding onto the edge of a table for balance. Meanwhile, I've parted ways with my purse and everything else - DH is having issues of his own getting through security - so all our stuff is just hanging out at the end of the conveyor waiting for us.

DH had no idea where I had gone - he lost track of me - so he's asking everyone where his wife is ... and the rest of the security agents have no idea. I had been whisked away so fast by 2 TSA agents that the rest of them didn't know where I had gone. This causes a commotion, naturally, until they wheel me out of the private screening room and everyone figures out where everyone else is.
We finally arrive at the gate and talk to two of the sweetest gate agents ever! They called ahead to MCO to make sure there would be a wheelchair assist waiting for me and got us pre-boarded quickly. The flight was great and we arrived in Florida right on time at Noon.
The wheelchair assist was indeed waiting for us. She was a chatty, friendly girl of about 21 who was working her way through college by working at the airport. She was super helpful and so nice! She took us down to baggage claim then on to the rental car counter to pick up our chariot for the week. We ended up in a very clean, very small, Mazda2.

We're looking at this thing going ... how in the world are we going to get our luggage in there? Yeah, it was that little!
So we crammed everything into this tiny little car, hooked up our GPS, and off we went to spend two days with my in-laws.