I guess, as we all age, we encounter little pains or abnormalities in our bodies and their functions that remind us of the need to stay tuned up, and to make sure that all our nuts and bolts are tightly in places. We’re frequently encouraged to have annual physicals, dental visits, eye exams… the list goes on… and increases with age as well.
Now, I’ve never been one to really make an aggressive effort to do so. I feel like I had been very healthy and I was in good shape up until the past four years, during which time I’ve let things go, and I’ve not stayed on top of ensuring my own physical condition is kept at an optimal state. So, I guess it’s only to be expected that I recently found a reason to be moderately concerned.
I won’t go into depth about what, where, how, etc., but it was enough to merit an examination, a follow up evaluation, and a lingering wait for results. All is well, but there was a stretch of several days during which I had to consider what I’d do if something serious came back. I didn’t get stressed out, because I had a confidence that even if there was something to be concerned about, I would get through it. There was no hand wringing, and only the slightest bit of trepidation as I got the phone call, and then the subsequent “all clear” prognosis.
Still, it feels like the breeze of a swing to the face that didn’t make contact. This time. And I need to pay a bit more attention before a true blow is landed.
