"Will you still feed me, will you still need me ...."

It seems that I have the bone density of a 65 year old.

At least that's what my Internist told me when he showed me the results of the tests.

It really upset me - it still does.

I'm just not ready to be 65 yet, honestly I'm not. I don't think I will be when I actually do turn 65.

Although, technically, my bones have already turned 65 without me.

Which I consider to be inconsiderate at the least.

How many other bits of me are gonna go kamikaze before their (my) time?