Dot and I were swinging from the rafters on Friday. I had an appointment with my cardiac specialist, James Leitch, in Newcastle and we decided to drive there and back in the day. That amounted to 9 hours on the road, with me taking the wheel for a few hours during the trip. So, I have had extensive driving experiences on some of the most scenic roads in the state. We went down via Gloucester and back via the New England Highway through Scone and Tamworth. Have you heard those names somewhere before!
It's a long way to go for a 15 minute consultation with a doctor, but it was useful. The scan of my defibrillator turned up nothing - it hadn't been triggered during the preceding three months or so. I received a copy of my psychometric test, which was interesting reading but showed nothing adverse, and we discussed medication. James wants me to keep taking the pills for now, which is OK by me. And we agreed to meet again in December, a long way down the track.
Alas, he couldn't help with nominating a travel insurance company that might help me and so, today, I'm taking concerted action to find one through unusual channels. I still intend to go to see Em in the US, but Dot is reluctant to travel without it. She's terrified that (a) I might end up in a US hospital and (b) suffer a large currency transfusion from my wallet. If I were alone I'd be off!
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