"Besides my lungs acting more meshugge than usual?" Herschel inquired as he stared at the doctor. 

"The bones in my fingers ache. I've got this weird feeling between my right toes. I swear I've got a bunion on my left foot. My mouth feels drier than usual. My sinuses are stuffed up like who knows what. I've been feeling cold, but that's just because the air conditioner can't be left at a proper temperature." Herschel went on as he glanced back at Leo, "I've been producing more ear-wax than usual, at least it seems that way. And that's just to start with. Feh."

"The living assistance has been a paain. Oh how I wished I was young and spry again." Herschel rambled on, "Lapping, oh how I miss the craft." Herschel scowled, "My boy has this one little meeskait working for him. He was far from blessed, you wouldn't believe me if I told you he was [i]never[/i] in the human sideshow. Because boy, this kid looked like it. When I saw him, oh jeez!" Herschel reached for his chest as he took a deep breath in.

"It gave my heart a startle I tell you. One that I didn't need. But boy, did that little fellow have nimble fingers for lapping jewels." Herschel chuckled a bit before scowling again, "Ugh, and he still hasn't given me a call in [i]weeks.[/i] Feh, I've talked enough about this Bobbemeysh." 

The old man glanced back at Leo, "But yeah, the lungs are acting more meshuggee than usual, for whatever reason."