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Thank goodness I don’t live in America, where people have to self-administer that dreadful injection, often several times a week, pushing that horrible gloopy fluid deep into their muscles, with all the agony that brings.

Thank goodness mine is a quarterly affair, drawn up by a nurse patient enough to get it out of the vial and unsqueamish enough to dispense it without worrying about pain or discomfort. That momentary numbness and soreness every three months is quite enough for me.

Americans, and everywhere in the world without adequate access to healthcare, have my every sympathy. In their shoes, I’d simply opt out. I’d rather the lethargy and pervasive blues, than a life jabbing myself for health.