Well after heart attack/cardiac arrest and finally ICD fitted in August, I finally managed to squeeze in a week away in sunny Tenerife.
First of all it's a new experience going on holiday with enough medical supplies to keep a small village going, then there's the new experience of going through airport security.
On the way out at Manchester Airport, as I approached the security gate I held up my ICD card and announced that I had an ICD implanted, the lady acknowledged and asked me to go through the full body scanner, then directed me to a seat nearby (all the times I've got through before and never spotted these strategically placed seats!) , then a man came along, took my id card and wandered off (is there a central database that he checks?) , he came back, gave me my card back and gave me a hand pat down. Then asked me which was my hand luggage - another man checked through that, asked me to take everything out, once happy, me and my hand luggage were swabbed for drugs/explosives and was then on my way.
On the way back in Tenerife South Airport, I again showed my card and said I had an ICD fitted - they only have the old style metal detector scanners, so was walked around it and told to stand - a man came along, had a look at my card, gave me a hand pat down, and then asked me to identify my hand luggage. Again everything was taken out and I was asked to turn on anything electrical - phone, camera, tablet, to prove they worked. The me and my luggage were swabbed for drugs/explosives and off I went.
All in all, not too difficult, probably adds about 10 mins to the process, no problem providing you've turned up with a reasonable amount of time prior to your flight, it could be stressful if you're running late.
In all the years of flying I've never been pulled aside for a pat down and only once have I been swabbed (and on that occasion it was the day after a flight had gone through that airport and was brought down by a bomb on board, so airport twitchy), this time swabbed on both flights, I fairly sure that having a heart attack and an ICD implanted doesn't mean that I suddenly look like a drugs mule or a terrorist, and can only assume that having offered myself up for additional scrutiny means that I'm likely to encounter this in future! Whatever, quite happy with it, we need to be safe in the skies, in future I'll know what to expect, and it's a small price to pay to get some sun!