I'm getting old. I feel GREAT even though I'm sicking up blood jelly and run out of breath rising from my chair.

One problem with being fragile in the US is you never know whether your doctor is adding some extra disease just to puff your bill.

Here in commie UK if I were to enter a hospital with a gunshot wound that started in my forehead and exited out the back they'll stuff it with confiscated capitalist pamphlets and tell you to fuck off. But not before requisitioning my clothes.