it was too easy to find the doctor's clinic near the old city municipal building, in front of the signage that reads PULIS. the weather wasn't too hot, a little bit windy in fact. i was calm.
less than a week before, the bad news was spilled out to me and had to wait for this day to confirm the truth to this. i had so many morbid thoughts about it. one night, i couldn't even sleep thinking about it. i even got teary eyed upon reading something about living only up to five years.
so after one and a half hours, the secretary finally summoned me to the doctor's office as it was already my turn. the heart doctor had a kind face with chinky eyes and a nice smile. he asked me why i was there and i presented to him the medical findings and the ECG result. he looked it over and asked me about my family's medical background, if i smoked, if i drank liquor, if i was into sports. to all of which, i replied no. he grinned.
he stood up and put his stethoscope on my back and listened. then he asked me to lie on his examination table. more listening. and me breathing, in, out..... in, out.....
it turned out i wasn't sick at all. the doctor and i with hubby ended up laughing at how paranoid i had been for the past week. he even kidded, in exasperation, "your mom kept calling me, i was playing tennis!" i realized my mom was probably worried about it too but didn't show it, just as i didn't let it show too.
and so, for now, i can rest assured that i will live to see the day my kids become adolescents to which a week ago, i almost thought i won't. i will still have the chance to earn my first million. i will still be able to go back to running and aerobics, maybe shift to kickboxing or something more rigorous. i will still be able to do a lot of things i have yet to write on my bucket list. for now, i am more than thankful that i am healthy and i am happy. thank God!