Yesterday, when I was at Cardiac Rehab, I had a good conversation with Kathy
shown there on the left, with Carla and Danise. Kathy and I talked about the latest developments in My Land of A Hundred* Cardiologists, regarding possible surgical interventions and other next steps, for me and my very unusual heart.
Me: I don’t know if the doctors understand this, though. I FEEL FINE.
Kathy: Yes, and I think your doctors want you to KEEP feeling fine, by acting sooner rather than later.
Whenever somebody makes sense like Kathy does, I feel fine.
Yesterday, I wrote about Reasons Why I Do Not WANT To Have Heart Surgery. When I get insightful and helpful comments on a post, as I did yesterday, I feel fine. I feel fine, right now, explaining a little more about yesterday’s post, as follows:
Whenever I allow myself to get in touch with my fears and express them (using humor, visuals, and references to things I love), I feel fine.
Before I went to cardiac rehab yesterday, I facilitated a therapy group at work, where — I hope — people felt finer at the end than in the beginning.
I feel fine that I love my work.
Penny the Pen was missing.
However, right after I parked my car in the hospital garage for cardiac rehab, I saw Penny in the passenger seat.
Whenever I find something I fear I’ve lost, I feel fine!
Here’s Penny feeling fine at cardiac rehab:
In the evening, Penny, my boyfriend Michael, and I all felt fine at a pet superstore in Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA:
I feel fine whenever I listen to “I Feel Fine” by the Beatles, found here on YouTube.
What helps you feel fine?
Thanks to everybody, everywhere reading today’s post who feels fine or not fine, including you!
* I’m not actually dealing with a hundred cardiologists these days, but it FEELS like it. I feel fine exaggerating, in situations like these. Do you?