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Just wait, something will break down. Can you tell I'm a pestimus? Pestimus, pestimus. Anyways, everything changed at 59 and a half. Now I have four doctors. I take nine different medications. It's coming, buddy. I had a friend, he kept telling me all the bad things that happened to him when he turned 60, right? I thought that would never happen to me. And it was just an onslaught of crap that happened. So, it's coming. It comes for everybody. First the illness, then the doctors, and then Dr. Death. That sounds like that curse that mothers put on every child. You know, I hope you have a child just like you. I'm just slowly, I know it's coming, I'm slowly falling apart. Here's what it is, there's no getting a family doctor here. I haven't had a family doctor in years and years and years. So I got a choice of either going to a walk-in clinic and spending a day there waiting in line. Or waiting until something is bad enough that I actually go into the emergency room. Oh, and that's not true. I was in the emergency room this summer. I got bit by a dog at work. So I have seen a doctor.