Last night, I had some unsettling thoughts about my health. For the last three years, I had a minor heartbeat irregularity. I had seen a cardiologist who said that it wasn't anything to worry about. For a period of a few months just after I moved out, it went away. Of course, thinking about it, it came back.
Today, on the train ride home, I started having thoughts about an impending heart attack. I'm guessing that my body is telling me that it's time to give up the smoking, finally get down to 200 and limit the boozing to once every other week or a month. I have three packs left.
I think I'm ready. I'm pretty sure of it. I'm ready to believe. Interesting how I was wondering about faith just the other night.
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