There used to be a thing I’d hear at AA meetings, and it was true. If you think you’ve finally reached “your bottom”, don’t be too surprised when you sink more and find that there are more “bottoms” to reach. They were right. It applies to other stuff too.
I get a little worse daily. Maybe even a LOT worse. I’ve pretty much regimen up up on keeping my drug intake “normal” and am going to take whatever combo gets me relief, or close to relief. Jesus. It’s getting pretty bad. I’ve had a lot of incidents lately where my heart rate does not increase as my saturation drops (already mentioned?) and that’s super annoying. I’m starting to overheat at times, or at least the top half of me does but my feet are like icicles. There is no comfort.
Running out of air now is super uncomfortable. And a massive headache accompanies every breathing crisis now. The liquid morphine helps considerably after 10-15 minutes, so thank goodness for that.
Ive got an info packet on the way from the outfit that is disposing of my remains. I made sure my son has their contact info just in case I go before the packet arrives. They are inexpensive, efficient, and guarantee they come anytime 24/7 when called to come fetch the body. That’s important to me. I want my son to get on with it as soon as I’m gone and not sweat the small stuff.
Thanks for letting me vent here. More later? Who the fuck knows.