thankfulness

It started out as a day like any other..except for the cardiology appointment I had in the morning. So much was riding on the results of this appointment that I could feel myself, usually the epitome of calm cool and collected (that's a lie..most people would say I'm probably one of the most energetic and obnoxious people ever at times. eh. touche.)  And then I went to the wrong hospital. Like completely wrong side of town.

**In my defense my doctor had scheduled my appointment and I'd just said yessir and walked out of THAT appointment in a half state of shock. I'm a runner. WE don't need cardiologists. Cardiologists need us...when we die (because our hearts are stronger.sup.) sooooo I was, safe to say, a little scared and not paying attention to WHERE the cardiologist was; I just knew I was going there...**

Well eventually I DID find the cardiologist and went in to see whether my life would be forever changed. (oooh the melodrama)

and it wasn't. because there's NOTHING wrong with me. how anti-climatic.

THANK GOD!!!!!

THANK GOD!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!THANK GOD!!!!!!!THANK you, God. 

and I mean that in prayer. 100% serious. Thank you, Father in heaven. 

In fact I'm at such a level of nothing-wrong-ness that the doctor said I'm one of the healthiest patients he's had...and I'm actually way above the 90th percentile (if that's possible) for healthiness. Basically I am health. okay not really because I pass out when I run races so that mean's there's SOMETHING wrong with me...just not my heart. and I'm perfectly comfortable with that knowledge.

Some days Life gives you lemons and you have to make lemonade. Others you can't even gather the energy to make the lemonade.Or sprinkle the lemon with sugar. Or even do anything except cry because the lemon is too sour. Others you expect lemons or thorns from good ole Life and he hands you a piece of chocolate cake ...with ice cream and a cherry on top.


Today, thankfully, was the latter day.