Counting Down to 70: Seven Days, Balance

I liked how today went. I did a load of laundry in our new washing machine and gave succulent cuttings homes. The Husband and I packaged and mailed persimmons to friends and cousins, got Chinese takeout, and went to an exercise class that focuses on balance for old people. 

At the post office, I  talked with a happy guy who was there to get his passport in order because he was moving to Italy. He had sold his business and his home to live in a house he inherited that he didn’t know existed until an attorney got hold of him to ask if he’d like the house. The happy guy gladly said “Yes” before even hearing where it was. The house belonged to his grandfather or great grandfather and somewhere down the line family stopped living  in it. Now the house was his. So very cool! 

The best news today came from the happy nurse at my doctor’s office. The results of my chest x-ray were negative, which (after she told me that was a good thing) I took to mean my lungs were clean, intact, and in place. On Sunday morning I woke up to a pain on the right side of my chest. As I got up and made my way to the bathroom, the pain grew and flared that it hurt to breathe. It lasted a few minutes. Other than feeling the kind of tiredness that makes me cry now and then throughout the day, I didn’t think I needed to go to urgent care. Besides, I’d rather see my own doctor, who I decided to call the next day after reading that right chest pain could be due to a stroke or collapsed lung.  He didn’t find anything weird with my heart, and, as I gladly repeat, my lungs are okay. 

Today, other than the usual muscle grunts and owies, my body feels fine. So, onward and upward I continue.