Friday, June 17, 2011
I went back into Manhattan yesterday to my doctor, to get the results of the tests he took last week for my physical. Everything was normal, hamdu'llah. I had a battery of blood tests, an EKG and even some x-rays, and I'm in good shape, which is a relief.
I'd been stressing a little about my health, I suppose in anticipation of this move. Dropping my health insurance and moving to a country with a national health care system that I don't really understand has been a source of anxiety, even though I've always been a perfectly healthy person. Now I know I'm in good shape.
The EKG was kind of strange -- the lab tech had to administer the test about four times, because, he said, something was wrong with the machine. I jokingly said, "You're sure it's not my heart, right?" He assured me it wasn't.
Off to England with a clean bill of health!
I also sold my meditation cushions -- I carried them into the city and met with a guy who bought them via Craigslist. Not that I'm never going to meditate again -- it just seemed silly to haul what are essentially two big pillows across the ocean. Dave seemed surprised that I wanted to sell them, but after all, a person can meditate anywhere. A chair is perfectly fine. There's nothing special about cushions.
(Photo: Trenton, on Wednesday)