Perfect.

I just walked in the door from the Doctor and after a very uncomfortable check up, where the nurse talked me into checking more things then I wanted to check, the doctor said I was perfect. . . That was the word he used- "perfect."
 The part that made me happy is he listened to my heart, then lungs and everything was good, then it was after that he noticed my scar. "woah, thats a wicked scar you have, what did they do to you?" (I thought it was a bold statement to say to a girl that you don't know, lucky for him I am so proud of my scar and only took it as a complement) I told him about my open heart surgery and he was surprised that my heart sounded so good. So he went back and listened to my heart again. "I can't hear a thing, you have a very healthy heart"

Boo-yeah!

So my Blood pressure was perfect, Lungs-perfect, Stomach-perfect, ovaries- perfect, Eyes-perfect, boobs-lump free, reflects-quick, my beautiful long hair-perfect, IQ level- phenomenal, (well, he didn't say that, but it's true).

On no medication, allergic to nothing, 20/20 vision. So now I'm just waiting for blood work to confirm I'm perfect.

He said to conclude our check up- "You are healthy enough to backpack Thailand, and hike and run with ease"
I walked out of there feeling like I could do anything, wanting to have a baby only because my body would rock at it, and figuring out in my head when I will be able to climb everest. (That might have to wait until I get done with Asia)


So I'm good to go, shots up to date and everything.
Less then two weeks now.