It occurred to me today that my body as machine is faulty. There's malfunctions in the hardware and software. The hardware is unable to be upgraded.
That's what my pills are: software updates. My spiffy compression socks are hardware patches.
When I think of it like that, I feel better. More like the Millennium Falcon, where duct tape holds things together but she's still the fastest ship in the galaxy.
Yep, that's me. Kick it to make it run, don't be alarmed by strange bangs from the motor, and hope it just stays together.
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