O.k., all right

Everything is o.k., all right. The human being structure and
body is like iron - shiny and very strong. It withstands
every beating and mishap as if it were a rock made of
stone.
It endures your thirtieth, fortieth end even your fifty
fifth birthday and remains as if it were brand new.
 
But then you celebrate your sixtieth birthday and all of a
sudden the machine begins to crack, and the iron becomes
rusty. On the very moment you reach old age every member of
your body begins to pain:

Sunday - a toothache. You have an appointment with the
dentist. How lucky that he is so cute and a big shot.
Monday - a headache and three Acamols a day.

But since Tuesday until Saturday it is the most horrible - a
backache.  On Thursday you finally find your family doctor
and equipped with subscriptions you rush to the super
pharm.

You have dreamt so long about entering the Superpharm to buy
a one hundred shekel perfume, and your dreams went to ashes
paying ninety eight shekels for all kind of antibiotics,
anti inflammation and pain relievers.

Nevertheless we come to class tomorrow.