we'll just let you guess...

I sent in two EKG recordings from my workout last night. This morning I picked up a message from my doctor's office telling me to come back in tomorrow morning. My follow-up appointment related to all this bullshit was originally set for September 30th.

Hmmm. A mind could really go wild with this kind of information.

Hmmm. Reality is I know absolutely nothing.

Hmmm. The heart is a pretty important organ.

Hmmm. Why so quickly?

Hmmm. Why even ask questions? You can't answer them until tomorrow morning.

Hmmm. Don't think about it. You're healthy. You're strong. You've got plenty of ants in your pants. You're funny and happy in your own strange way. You worry too much. You're worrying about the unknown. You're creating anxiety. Consult your cognitive behavioral textbook. Do the three column intervention. Stop thinking about it. There's nothing to think about. Stop being a hypochondriac. Stop making terrible assumptions about yourself. Do the three-column intervention again. Stop these irrational thoughts. Somebody call the wah-bulance. Why all the whine when I love cheese?

Okay, so I'm worried.

I'm allowed.

I guess.