Mr. Argumentor
I fab shitboxes and shitbox accessories.
Apparently studies have been done that state that the faster an aged person walks, the longer they are likely to live. So maybe you've got that goin for ya
Apparently studies have been done that state that the faster an aged person walks, the longer they are likely to live. So maybe you've got that goin for ya
You wanna fry some expensive bologna?It continues to get weirder.
The decline is still happening and the rate seems to have increased drastically over the past week. I’m still way below prescribed dosages of the “pain” meds but intake is going up, and I don’t care. It’s a necessity now. I finally got into the liquid morphine last night when I got tired of struggling for literally every breath while sitting in a recliner. I did right in between the recommended range and wishing 10 minutes, my chest seemed “relaxed” and I wasn’t gasping. Fuck.
My senses are changing. My brain is playing tricks on me, weird dreams and memories coming back. I catch myself reminiscing and man, I’m a lucky fuck. I’ve had an outstanding life, no shit. I wouldn’t do anything differently. I sometimes feel clarity and an honest sense of well-being but then I realize the high point of my day is deciding if I want to watch this or that when I have limited time. Sheesh.
I was able to fry some cheap bologna today. Gotta take the victories whenever!
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Ah, PRO bologna frying - got the anti-roll slice going on.It continues to get weirder.
The decline is still happening and the rate seems to have increased drastically over the past week. I’m still way below prescribed dosages of the “pain” meds but intake is going up, and I don’t care. It’s a necessity now. I finally got into the liquid morphine last night when I got tired of struggling for literally every breath while sitting in a recliner. I did right in between the recommended range and wishing 10 minutes, my chest seemed “relaxed” and I wasn’t gasping. Fuck.
My senses are changing. My brain is playing tricks on me, weird dreams and memories coming back. I catch myself reminiscing and man, I’m a lucky fuck. I’ve had an outstanding life, no shit. I wouldn’t do anything differently. I sometimes feel clarity and an honest sense of well-being but then I realize the high point of my day is deciding if I want to watch this or that when I have limited time. Sheesh.
I was able to fry some cheap bologna today. Gotta take the victories whenever!
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Ah, PRO bologna frying - got the anti-roll slice going on.
I'm really glad you have the pain meds and are feeling at peace. You had a terrible accident that statistically should have taken you - but it didn't. Watch what you want is my suggestion - I've never seen someone "know" it was happening any closer than 3 minutes out if it comes on "suddenly" at all. I pray it is quick like that baba. Sometimes a half-eaten bologna sandwich is a good thing.
I tried typing this several times before and then deleted. idk, maybe I should have done that this time. But you mentioned if you had stuff on hand - "they" even make that difficult, especially for those left behind. anyways, I may as well just spit it out. Love you man.When my mom got her Dx, they were spot on. 9 months, and it was exactly 9 months. She had lined up the Death With Dignity program (with help from my sibs) but never got around to doing it. I’m unsure if I would or not, if I had the stuff on hand. I saw what she went through the last few weeks and it does NOT look like anything I’d want to have to go through. The last week, piece of cake for her. She was unconscious the whole time, and doped up by us and nurses. Then she simply stopped breathing. I’m totally okay with that.
It’s what’s going on now that is the shit part. The last week has been a real eye opener. Last evening though, I actually stood in place for over a minute while talking the entire time. That’s an improvement over what was happening the rest of the weekend. Low bars, getting lower.
I kinda think I’m starting to stink, but my son can’t smell it. My senses are so screwed.
My mom did that for my granddad, back in the early 1990s, and it fucked her up pretty bad (not from the popo, but emotionally).I tried typing this several times before and then deleted. idk, maybe I should have done that this time. But you mentioned if you had stuff on hand - "they" even make that difficult, especially for those left behind. anyways, I may as well just spit it out. Love you man.
My wife's oncologist gave me a careful suggestion(alone in his office). "Be careful to remove a fentynl patch before applying another, two would stop her heart. If you happen to forget, be sure to remove all but one patch and hide the trash from all others before anyone is called - the paramedics will go through it to see how many were used. Never discard of more than one patch in the same bag of trash."
That last part is very important - you don't want anyone else having problems with the Man afterwards. They have strange ideas regarding care, love and dignity. I guess I do too.
My mom did that for my granddad, back in the early 1990s, and it fucked her up pretty bad (not from the popo, but emotionally).
So when you gonna quit with this stupid pride and let me come cook for you?
Ya I know it's a selfish request.
I tried typing this several times before and then deleted. idk, maybe I should have done that this time. But you mentioned if you had stuff on hand - "they" even make that difficult, especially for those left behind. anyways, I may as well just spit it out. Love you man.
My wife's oncologist gave me a careful suggestion(alone in his office). "Be careful to remove a fentynl patch before applying another, two would stop her heart. If you happen to forget, be sure to remove all but one patch and hide the trash from all others before anyone is called - the paramedics will go through it to see how many were used. Never discard of more than one patch in the same bag of trash."
That last part is very important - you don't want anyone else having problems with the Man afterwards. They have strange ideas regarding care, love and dignity. I guess I do too.
I read that as realty, which makes a lot more sense than reality.many moons ago, I used to work with a dancer named REALITY and her areolas looked just like this.
one time she jumped on stage during my show and was trying to get me to lick/kiss them and the crowd was going wild. but I refused and she got mad cuz we didn't make "enough tips"
I told her she'd have to pay me to put those baloney tits near my mouth.
ANYHOO FAST FORWARD TO LAST WEEK, She announced she's gonna be a grandma