Outside the past eight weeks I don't think I've made a real trip to the doctor in at least four years. Then, towards the end of November my body basically started falling apart. This has finally come to a head, and I must spend two days with various self-adhesive pads taped to my chest in a configuration scientifically designed to be as uncomfortable as possible. Hopefully the fact that I've been unable to eat a full meal so far this year won't hinder my eye clearing up.