Airport duty

First thing on today's agenda was another appointment with the cardiologist, still trying to get to the bottom of some slightly worrying symptoms. The big thing this time was the phenomenal outcome of the stress test, but, good as this was, it mainly served to confuse the cardiology team even more. Its a bit annoying when you meet someone different each time you attend these clinics, and there's always the feeling that whoever it is hasn't even bothered reading through the file before calling you in. Today was different, and better, though. I hit it off right away with the girl who ended up with my file, she took careful and detailed notes, told me she would organise a heart scan and would ask the team leader about the possibility of referring me to a pulmonary specialist. I came away feeling that we'd actually made some progress, and I'm due back in four months' time.

My appointment was for 8:30, and it was going on for 10:00 by the time I got home, which meant I didn't have much time to get any work done before heading back out to meet Carl at the airport. Since the final leg of his journey from Tulsa was a flight from Manchester, he was arriving at Terminal 2. This was the first time I'd met anyone at T2, and I actually had to check on the web to find out where the short-term parking was. I got there with time to spare. The flight was on time, but then there was the usual half-hour wait for baggage reclaim and all that, so it was 1:45 or so before Carl came through the door into the (surprisingly small) Arrivals area.

We stopped off at my place so he could pick up his car and then off he went across the city. He said he wasn't tired, but I can't see how he wouldn't be after twenty-four hours on planes and in airports.

I got a bit of work done afterwards, but not as much as I would have liked.