I am one of the lucky ones. I have health insurance and I am not ill. I am not going bankrupt because I am sick. I am not stressed out about paying doctor bills. Most days, I take this for granted.
I rarely have to go to the doctor, but in the last two months I have made it a goal to get fully checked out just to get a picture of my overall health.
The following visits have been crossed off the list:
- Dentist (complete with x-rays)
- OB/GYN (ugh)
- Dermatologist (skin cancer screening)
- Doctor (physical and blood tests)
Turns out that everything is healthy from head to toe. I even got a special call-out on my blood test results congratulating me on by fabulous cholesterol levels! Who would have thought? So, yay! I can keep on keeping on—wait, what’s THIS?!! I have weird freakishly high liver enzyme levels? The doc is concerned?!? Wants more tests done?! WHAT? This kind of thing doesn’t happen to me. What if I have a serious liver problem? This is where my mind spun out of control with hepatitis theories, other what ifs, and transplant scenarios. Gah!
Luckily, the new tests came back today and it turns out that my liver is normal after all. I ran around the house like a kid hopped up on pixie sticks when I found out that I am still healthy. Even though nothing was actually wrong with me, I promise never to take my health for granted again. (Theory: Lifting weights caused all this ruckus with the enzymes.)
Everything about today was pretty awesome. Besides getting the clean bill of health, I had the day off. And it was sunny. This means that a nap on the porch floor with Porpus was mandatory. Justin’s job search for next year is going really well. He has great things to report everyday. Exciting times.
AND, it was our 3rd wedding anniversary! It seems like we just got married yesterday, but I feel like I have been with Justin for a million years. Not the kind of years where you are staring at the clock every two minutes to see when class will get out—but the kind where you have lost all sense of time because you are really caught up in something. You forget that clocks exist at all. Maybe that is why I am always running late to everything? I love where we have been and love where we are going together. I could write a lot of other mushy things, but I feel like I have done that quite a bit lately. Let’s just talk about jewelry instead.