I suspect it has something to do with my lifestyle. I rarely sleep, and, when I do, I usually manage to inflict, to varying degrees of seriousness, various injuries on myself. Recently, this has included a pulled neck muscle, pinched nerve in my C-5 disk, and a stab wound uncomfortably close to my aorta.
At any given time I have a mild cold, mild flu, mild anemia, mild arrhythmia, conjunctivitis, gastro-intestinal infection, or, on bad days, motaba. This could be partially due to the constant saturation of my immune system with all manner of invidious chemicals.
However, I take it as a sign of strength. Clearly, the immune system of any lesser man would have given out quite some time ago, and I manage to persist in a state of relative health and extreme good-lookingness despite the heavy toll I (many times) daily lay on my system. Take that, cirrhosis.
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