Making a Change:

So, I went and had a physical today. Fantastic, right?

Went in, I got my height and weight checked (5'3" and 137 pounds, which I am just fine with)

There was a massive rush to the bathrooms, so she checked my eyesight. My vision is getting worse. I used to be able to read the second to last line, now I cannot.
Still massive rush, so she checked my pulse and stuff. She didn't say anything so I assume it's all normal. She took down my family history for..the third time in my life or so.
These run in my family:
Heart problems
High colestorol
High blood pressure
skin cancer
bad allergic reactions
diabetes

I knew they all were in my family, but I couldn't remember who had what so I basically put it all on my mom's side.

Finally bathroom opened and I did the whole cup thing. THEN when trying to place the cup, there were like three other cups in the box. Disgusted, I poked the other people's stuff to the side, and placed my stuff in.
Talk about backed up.

Then got back, with a bunch of pap smear stuff laying around. Surprise, Rachel! You get to have female!physical done today! She asked if I wanted STD check, I said yes to the stuff that would be done during the female!physical, but not blood work. I HATE getting needles poked in me.
So that went all fine and dandy.

Then got my finger poked. Yay. THEN! they stopped me and were like "you need to do a TB test". Okay, doctor, okay. "Also, you need to go to a cardiologist and have an ultrasound of your heart taken"...Why? "You still have a heart murmur, so we need to have that checked out"
(my heart goes 'Thuduhthump-thump' rather than 'thump-thump', they say)
So this friday I'm going into the doctor's office to get the TB stuff finished with, then go to work, then after lunch I have to go to the cardiologist. Yay.



Then I got to thinking, what if I have serious heart troubles in the future?

I don't want to die young, that's for sure. I want to die knowing that I have lead a happy life.
But when I'm older, I'll probably be in pain. So. Much. Pain.
How can you live life knowing that you are going to get older and then have to fight to live longer? Will I be able to fight until I'm 93? or will I give up at 68?

Hopefully there really isn't much wrong. Hopefully I just have the coolest heart ever, because it just wants to go at a different beat.
We'll see, we'll see.

I actually ran yesterday. You know when I say I run, well I really just run about two minutes then walk five, run two, walk five. Yesterday, however, I was able to get myself to go about seven minutes without stopping. Then I jogged/walked home, but still! I am very proud of myself.


Also, got about 1/4 of 13th floor inventory done. Super excited.