I was surprised to find a giant cavity in one of my teeth and had to change my plans and go to the dentist's. Somehow I found out, sitting there at 10 pm, that I forgot of my (and anyone's) body's proneness to illnesess. Just a couple days ago I was furious at thinking how short my life is and how I have to waste my time listening to boring lectures. But it was sort of theoretical, though genuine.

Yesterday I remembered:

my body is not perfect. It can get ill. It can get ill without letting me know. I am not eternal. My life is just a thin layer of ice on a stormy ocean.