I had another follow-up with my cardiologist today.  It’s always weird talking with him.  He’s absolutely brilliant, and I have the utmost confidence in him, but the nature of the subject matter never really makes for a light chat.

All in all, the news is positive.  Everything seems to be as good or better than expected.  He was impressed at my weight loss and, based on everything we talked about and his charts, we only have to meet once a year from here out.  He even gave me the OK to stop taking blood thinners and start boxing, with the recommendation that I wait until the two year mark for both.  So, if I’m still alive at that mark, it’s time to start punching some folks.  I really can’t even describe how awesome that is to hear.  Not being able to learn how to box–like I’ve always wanted to– now that I’m in the best shape of my life has been a super painful thing to me.  That and the nosebleeds, and the bruising like a grandma.

Did I mention the bruising?  Because it really sucks.