Mortality

I turned 44. I had an average day but it has been colored by when I had a stomach-diarrhea illness for a few days caused by pizza cheese and my lactose intolerance. 

Note not all pizzas harm me. I can tolerate those from Pizza Hut and I will try Little Caesar's soon. Though pizzas are hardly good eating and eating is one thing I think about more as I get older. 

A lifetime of processed food, the damage, if there is any, has already been done. 

I hadn't really thought about my own mortality. I do have hypertension but I take my medications. 

Then earlier in the year, a woman I had known from early childhood died being nearly a year younger than I am. 

That has bothered me since. I know what we choose to eat is important but it is dictated by what I can afford. Usually nothing good. 

This day was typical but I am reminded of how one can be forgotten in the meaninglessness of their own lives. Yes, I said meaningless because most humans are. 

We should have stayed apes. 

I am okay. I don't have any pains worth mention. I do have low energy but this was because I haven't eaten much since being sick like that. I wear MeUndies. I do not want to soil them so I didn't wear them, no C-In2 for that. 

As the usual decline in food, prevented by choices in frozen food and vegetables, goes on to the end of the month, typically a spare and uncomfortable time. 

All I can say is thank goodness for Aldi. 

But if we understand, this modern life of ours is unsustainable. I see this in the very few times I go somewhere.

I mainly just sit here. (I also stand a lot)

So the anniversary of a Wednesday in the mid 70's really only means one more step to mortality.