Got any hearts?

They're evaluating me for a transplant.  I've been getting tested every week for the last month. They're looking at how much I pump, where it gets pumped, how much oxygen is in it, what size it is, everything.  The reason is simple enough: I'm breaking down.

I have a hard time getting to sleep.  I have a hard time waking up.  I get winded standing up.  I need to rest after going up a flight of stairs.  It affects my memory.  I'm not as funny, I'm not as quick-witted, I feel at times like I'm not as smart.

I used to be terified someone would find out.  But I'm not afraid of that any more.  Because I've figured out that I'm not fooling anyone. 

So I'm waiting to find out if I'm sick enough to get a new heart.  If not, maybe I'll just get a motorcycle.  It's not like I will need to worry about getting killed riding one.