Colleen's been on me lately about making an appointment for my six-month check-up. I'm supposed to see the doctor at Toronto General twice a year for a pulmonary function test and a six-minute walk. No pun intended, but I've been dragging my feet. They measure my lung capacity each visit and record how efficiently my lungs transfer oxygen to my blood. The results are compared against those of the previous test. I don't want to undergo another battery of tests. I fear I'll get bad news.
I mowed the lawn today. The lawnmower feels a lot heavier this year.
