Off to the hospital in 40 minutes to get my heart shocked back into a healthier rhythm. If the procedure -- tried twice in the past with varying degrees of longevity-success -- works, I may be able to delete some of the mounting medications that go with age ... a walking pharmacological experiment.
Doctors and pills. Those who are aging know the drill. Those who are not yet convinced they are aging are probably lucky ... if in for a surprise. Strange that as the number of doctors and pills increases, the sense of usefulness -- the reason to see doctors and take pills in the first place -- seems to wane and I get irritated by those bushy-tailed smarm merchants who prattle, "Life is precious." Life isn't precious, for heaven's sake: Life is just life.