Damn this cursed body!

It is ironic that serving the army has caused me to be in both the best and worst physical condition ever. I am now significantly stronger and in marginally better cardiovascular shape thanks to my service. However, this is also going to be the second time (in my service term, and life) that I am going to have to be under the regular care of a specialist. This time around instead of cracked bones there are even scarier terms floating around like MRI(!) and surgery!(x2) Which I hate, because nothing fills me with more dread than the horribly lifeless forum of all that is wrong with the human condition. I hate that this body is built so shoddily, that it is harmed by the littlest of things. I need to be able to claim compensation for this injury. It isn't right that I should have to endure physical abuse and not claim care for it.

Also, I find it very hard to work up genuine concern for things and people. It is something that I will have to work very hard on lest I condemn myself to an empty, selfish life.