Can't dance

To all, sorry I'm not my usual happy self. Not only can I not dance but I can't walk. Quite a pair are me and Mel. She's injured and walks with extreme pain and still takes care of me. I on the other hand can't do shit. I can't even play my guitar only five feet away. I know Boo fucking me. All I'm saying is health care is not in our grasp. My Doctor said hopefully I'll make it until my Medicare kicks in Feb. Also mentioned a heart murmur. Perhaps that explains the angina. You should see us hobbeling through our 2ft by 2ft apt. Tomorrow I'll consider the gun I've been putting off. Not supposed to be able to get one after trying suicide. They are funny like that. On a lighter note so what who cares!!