I see you writing a novel with American Psycho style morbidity and a dash of The Fall of The House of Usher and The Bell Jar. And I will be writing in the style of the Bible. :)
At the very least you could start a blog so that other sick people can follow you and worship you like I do. Have you heard of lulu.com? You can publish your own writing that way. Anyways, you are hysterical.
There was a time when I would have been impassioned to write an equally brilliant diatribe to match yours, but my brain is tired, my body is tired, and even my vagina is tired (and it's been out of use almost entirely until yesterday with Dr Chaim), as has been my vocabulary. My poor poor vocabulary. We spoke about mitochondria but we didn't even touch cytokines. Just the thought of the word cy...to....kine... makes my brain hurt. I do better with one syllable words.... Like "love" or "milk". It looks like I'm the lion and you're the tin man. Where's the wizzard Scotty?!?!? At least you have a lovely brain! Ah no, you have a lovely heart too...