How do I love you? Let me count the ways. You are working tirelessly, never ceasing to stop. Working day after day, your cerebellum is always on top. You let me feel, smell, see, hear, and taste. You tell my body to kill the germs when I eat an icky paste. Your hormones are always on time, telling me when to go. Until I reach a washroom, where I can release the flow. How glad I’m not in the past as an ancient Egyptian where you’d be pulled through my nose without any medication. I believe you know how much…