Why did I get a Lemon

I think when God was handing out bodies in heaven he made a mistake and gave me a used one. I got the worn down, old model held together with duct tape and bungee cord Lemon of a body that no one wanted and that didn't work right. I find it more and more upsetting that it seems to refuse to function, and that my mommom who died when she was well into her 80's didn't have the kind of broken down achy, full of pain body that refused to work. I mean that woman was in good health and she was totally rockin. Her legs were like Betty Grable and her skin was gorgeous. It's like I am Danny Devito in Twins, I got all the left-over crap DNA. I know I am complaining and I don't really give a crap. I am just tired, I am so very tired. It isn't a normal tired, I am worn down and fatigued and not just in health, but my mind is so very fatigued as well. So I am complaining, because God gave me a Lemon and I can't go to some crack pot ambulance chaser lawyer and sue the pants off of him.