Heart Test

Jerry had a follow-up appointment today to find out the results of his recent exercise stress test and echocardiogram.  We had to be in Oakland at 9:40 am, which was not a piece of cake due to road work on every arterial (no pun) between here and Pill Hill.

We gave up on street parking due to rampant construction. The only empty space we could find in the parking garage was so narrow that I had to get out before  Jerry parked, and then he crawled over the stick shift and out the passenger side door.  The car was very dusty from bug-collecting trips, so his jacket got dirty.

Then we were nearly hit by two trucks on the street as we walked a block to the medical building.  I was getting a definite bad-omen vibe.  We sprinted into the doctor's office and arrived right on time.  But we had to wait half an hour in the waiting room and another 15 minutes in the examining room.

I read the New York Times on my phone.   Jerry sat next to me trying to disguise how impatient and Type A he is.

The cardiologist, who is kind of adorable in an older endearing-muffin-face/loafer-wearing-doctor kind of way, came into the examining room and announced that the tests were fine.  No change.  Go on with life. ("Yay," I'm thinking, "maybe we'll make it to Boston/London/Switzerland next spring after all.")






More pictures to take, more bugs to catch (in Montana with the infamous camera case)