There is nothing worse than having your car battery die in the ferry line up.. Well I guess there is… War, locusts, Trump, but for today, in my little world, it’s the dead battery. Nice deckhand at the terminal came by and gave us a jump so we wouldn’t miss the boat.
No, hell hasn’t frozen over. I’m not going to the big city voluntarily. We are heading to the city for E’s bi annual check up at the heart transplant clinic. The timing is perfect. We like to hear confirmation of his good health before we begin another winter on our little island, and we get to see my Mom on her 95th birthday.
It is always quite surreal when we walk into the clinic. Months spent visiting various practitioners both before and immediately after his transplant are memories which rarely come to mind. Today, I remember sitting in the heart biopsy waiting room in 1999 and there was a man beside us who was six years post transplant and I was so excited.. Six more years with E.. Imagine that?…. Yesterday, I remembered how he needed a nap every day for the first ten years post transplant.. Now, living on the island we are able to pace ourselves. We can blend our lifestyle with our physical and mental limitations.
Our schedule is packed. In 48 hours we will manage to put a fair amount of miles on a car which usually sits in parking lot dust for 28 days a month. So, as E got a new heart in 1999, the car will get a new battery. But first I have to go shopping at the ferry gift shop. It is literally the only place I have bought clothes in four years cause Canadian Tire doesn’t
Carry my size