I was thinking “wow, the brain is a really remarkable instrument” when I realized I really hope nothing ever happens to mine. I’d hate to have any kind of terminal disease or be in any kind of major accident. In a way I feel like I already have - the battle with the urticaria - but there are things that are so much worse that could happen and I’m scared of them. I know that’s normal, but I feel like I’ve already done my cosmic time because of the hives and the mental issues. If something additionally horrible were to happen, I’d feel terribly cheated. I hope I have a healthy life. I guess I’m thinking about this more deeply than I’m expressing here, but…I don’t know. I’m thinking about it.