Subscribe to this blog's feedAs some of you know, I travel to Liverpool for my hiv care. Clinic day starts early - I'm usually up at 4am, just to make sure I've got plenty of time in case I'm having a "bad gut day".
The taxi arrives at 5:50am to take me to the airport.
My chariot awaits...
I fall asleep as the plane zooms out over the Irish Sea...
...and wake up as we roar over the Mersey.
When I first started going to clinic in Liverpool, the airport (then called Speke) was little more than a shack. My how it's grown!
A taxi firm picks me and other Manx hospital patients up in this mini-bus, which smells like rotten socks inside. Not the best way to travel when one is prone to motion sickness!
Ann, my dear, seeing what you go through just to make it to a doctor's appointment gave me the swift kick in the pants I need, to "STOP COMPLAINING" about the 1 hr. drive I have to make each way.
Love & hugs to you,
Alan
Dare I ask how much that entire ordeal costs? I spend $2 each way to my doctor :)
Ann, this is a great entry. Thanks for sharing your journey, it is nice to see a part of YOUR world "through YOUR eyes". Photo-rich entries such as this tend to be a personal favorite. Take care ...