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Ever bitten into something so bitter it made you wince—then felt a strange calm wash over you? One tiny green…

You’re 64, slipping off socks to reveal nails thickened like old bark, yellowed and flaking, that stubborn itch a nightly…

You’re 62, glancing down at your toenails—yellowed, thickened, crumbling at the edges like forgotten autumn leaves. The embarrassment hits during…

You’re 58, eyes fluttering open to a dry mouth and a head that feels wrapped in cotton, the alarm clock…

You’re 59, squinting at the fine print on your pill bottle, pricking your finger for another blood sugar check, and…