Under the Light
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Lights, Camera, No Action
"You're a healthy 36-year old..." said the doctor as he took off the last of the 2 earpieces of his stethoscope and turned off the bright light above me. Well, that sounded good. That's all I wanted to hear and I was pleased to hear it.
Yesterday, it wasn't really a ritual nor a tradition that whenever we come near our birthdays, we try to assess mental, physical and spiritual well-being. It so happened that my medical appointment was 2 weeks before my 3 dozenth existence.
I went through yesterday's medical exam with the normal fears of somebody wanting to know what's happening inside their tummy or whether they've lost a screw or two from all the daily pounding. Apparently from the time I tipped the scale to the end of our session, everything was good news. I lost 12 pounds and am just 6 pounds away from fighting form. Fighting form was when I wore size 32 pants and not 36 and I can see my toes when I look down the bathroom scale.
So, physical well-being - checked.
Financial state - better than last month, so check (and cash, nyenyenye)
Mental capacity - last time i checked, i still remember the Pythagorean theorem
Confessions later this afternoon. Spritual. I'll be under scrutiny and I hope to reconcile with my real Master.
It's all lights and more bright lights tomorrow. Auto Car Show in the morning, The live game of the Lakers vs. Raptors game in the afternoon and the Oscars at night! See yeah!