The good news, I guess, is that a lot of people my age are already dead. You could look it up (as Casey Stengel used to say).
The bad news is that my high blood pressure has in some inscrutable way done harm to my innards and I gotta go back to the doctor on Wednesday to find out more about it and get another prescription.
The nurse practitioner tells me most of my problem is age-related or genetic, and that otherwise I am a reasonably healthy specimen. If she had told me I had to give up my daily cigar, I think I would have fainted.
I hate medical stuff.
May the Lord give me whatever I need to deal with this–starting with trust in Him.