infofarmer braindumps

not yet.

preliminary diagnosis: I’m a 70 year old fart

blood tests pending

condition incurable

symptomatic treatment available, radical change of life style needed, much more activity

nothing fatal confirmed yet :-|

I’m getting used to terminal conditions.

It’s fun, being aboard Titanic, watching it drown, — quickly, but gracefully, unbelievably, but surely. The unsinkable manifest of stability goes down.

Fun being on Earth that's about to explode, or be consumed by the exploding Sun, or be buried under a mind-boggling tidal wave. You’ve never appreciated having a firm patch of soil to stand your feet upon, have you? Well, now you do, although it’s too late to enjoy the firmness.

Fun watching your body collapse, especially if it starts from periphery. You took it through a lot. 25 years of running, climbing, crazy partying, car crashes, hypodynamia, — it took it all so well. And it felt like it was ready to take another 50. But something went wrong. And now, again, is a question of months.

So it’s something demonically aggressive. So bad that I’ll probably have to see a professional to confirm my fears and think over the prospects.

I love nighttime.