Well, kinda. I went to the doctor today. Routine follow-up appointment with the heart surgeon. Had an x-ray done first. Went for the appointment, first met with his nurse, whom I had developed a special rapport with the last few months. For example, she said she was going to put me in Room 11, so I said I didn’t want Room 11. She, being the cool and sarcastic person that she is, instantly picked up on what I was doing and we shot back and forth humorously for a few minutes. It’s pretty good when you can connect with a person like that in spite of seeing each other only half a dozen times.
Anyway, the doctor comes in, asks how my breathing and (lack of) pain is doing, tells me my x-rays look good, that my breast bone has completely healed, and… that I am cleared of all physical restrictions. No more weight lifting limits. Woohoo!
Ok, I do need to keep being mindful of things. If something suddenly seems out of place, or suddenly hurts when it shouldn’t then give a call, but otherwise I don’t need to see him anymore. I’m good with that.