Awful. I'm near death, laying here and awaiting the Grim Reaper. It's terrible. One artery is 20-30% blocked and my ejection fraction is about 50%, with a norm of about 60%. Some cardiac muscle tissue is not functioning as it should (could be due to a past viral infection). I can't run even an eight minute mile, bench press 400 pounds (181 kg.), jog to the top of Kinport Mountain (6,438 feet/1,962 meters above sea level) without stopping, hike 8 km. with a 45 kg. pack, HALO jump, or anything! (I did once run a mile in under 8 minutes, but I was 18 years old.) Mind you, I can't imagine why I want to do any of these things, but just the idea that I can't is enough to make me give up all hope.

Okay, I'll have to do other things instead.

The doctor has referred me to Cardio Rehab, and when that's over I'll get into some fitness club or something.

Who's there? You! The Grim Reaper! Ain't nobody here you want, so just get the hell outa here! NOW! Don't make me disjoint you! SCRAM!

Good. That critter skedaddled!