Last week I had to go to a medical specialist for an *ahem* issue. Since it was my first visit, I had reams of paperwork to complete. As I am not one to go to doctors, it is rare that I fill all this out.
After something like 40 potential ailments and more family history--all checked off duly as "no" "no" "no" I began to feel better already! I may not even have needed to see the specialist, for after it was clarified that I was not hurting from x, y, z...I felt downright healthy!
I think many of us need to acknowledge just how healthy we are. I know that I take it for granted far too much. I've never had a surgery, never a broken bone (save knuckles). I've not been hospitalized, ever...until my kids were born, I'd never even spent the night in one, other than my own birth.
My three boys are all models of health. Every time one gets the sniffles or a belly ache, however, I become a worry-wort for them. My in-laws dealt with losing a boy at the age of 13 to lukemia--I do not think I could handle that. I just need to continue to be thankful and aware of the good health given to us. I need to celebrate it daily! It's so great to be healthy (even if pathetically out of shape) that it should be a national holiday! Health happiness should get its own day of the week, like the sabbath.
Yee-haw for Health!
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