Pfft. Between surviving some major health disasters and the online idiots who keep telling me "You'll be dead before you're 40!" (FYI: online idiots own time machines), I expect to live forever.
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Death is a symptom, not a diagnosis.
Pfft. Between surviving some major health disasters and the online idiots who keep telling me "You'll be dead before you're 40!" (FYI: online idiots own time machines), I expect to live forever.
Could be--if they died when the patient was too young to have known their medical history.
It's historical I suppose.
They're just pining for the fjords.
The chart auditor gave it 2 thumbs up, so all is well
There are also rampant cases of "noncontributory" spreading through the population.
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