A good heart

Today was the day we went to the cardiologist. Linda had a freak attack of car-sickness on the trip but was pretty much fine after that. Since we were closer to Columbia than home we decided to go to our appointment anyway. Unfortunately I hadn't packed extra clothes for her, although I had considered it, so her jeans got a bit messed and she had to take off her sweatshirt.

It was a pretty uneventful appointment. They reviewed her records from spring, listened very carefully with a stethoscope both sitting up and laying down, and asked her questions about how she feels (which is generally fine). We made an appointment for all of the regular battery of x-rays, sonograms, and such for late next year.

While we were there, several nurses and doctors came in to say hello. Having seen her at Boone, they were appropriately impressed by her progress.

At the end of the appointment, Linda said to Dr. E, "Nice to meet you." He smiled, and we laughed a bit about her not remembering Boone. No one thinks those memories are anything to miss.

Since Linda had a big spot on her jeans from the ride, they gave her a pair of scrubs to wear home. She said, "I feel just like Lyndsay." They are very comfortable, already a favorite.