I’m grateful for modern medicine.

I had a heart attack 2 years ago at 41. I’m not obese, and I’m reasonably fit and active, I just made some poor decisions and lost the genetic lottery.

I got a re-sleeve and aparently my ticker is tip top again. I didn’t even need “surgery”. They just ran their magical fixerupper up my vein from my wrist.

Not very long ago I would just be fucked up for the very brief rest of my life.