CavLancer
This aint fertilizer
Sure, but I've been in the ER with no energy and feeling like all I have to do is wait it out, though such a thought would have required too much energy to actually form. They blamed my illness on my diabetes which over the previous months is what my doc had done and why I was lying on the stretcher in the ER waiting to die. On this diagnosis they talked to my stepfather who had helped me in, and he came over telling me they wanted us to leave. I'd decided already that this was a convenient place to die, so I told him I'm not leaving until they figured out what was wrong with me, never expecting them to. If I had left I'd be dead now but it just required too much energy.
So the Doc on a hunch looks again at my blood test and sees some #s which don't seem right. These are #s which are always right. So he calls the big city hospital and asks. They transfer him around until an endocrinologist picks up. He tells her the #s and I'm off to the big city hospital. They give me the proper meds and I walk out of there a new man, alive again. That was 23ish years ago.
Not dead yet, but I still have the taste in my mouth. I had released myself I was so very far down. That was not so bad. Waiting decades with some debilitating disease is bad, but I have no worries. All I have to do is stop taking the meds I've been taking the last 20 years, and fall back into the arms of death. I'm not killing myself, I am just releasing the medicines that are keeping me here. If God wants me alive at that point well, the ball is in his court once again, so to speak.
Addisons
Its there if I need it. All I have to do is wait it out and I'm gone, peacefully, depending on God's will. Headache though but I keep aspirin and ibuprofen in the house in quantity .
So the Doc on a hunch looks again at my blood test and sees some #s which don't seem right. These are #s which are always right. So he calls the big city hospital and asks. They transfer him around until an endocrinologist picks up. He tells her the #s and I'm off to the big city hospital. They give me the proper meds and I walk out of there a new man, alive again. That was 23ish years ago.
Not dead yet, but I still have the taste in my mouth. I had released myself I was so very far down. That was not so bad. Waiting decades with some debilitating disease is bad, but I have no worries. All I have to do is stop taking the meds I've been taking the last 20 years, and fall back into the arms of death. I'm not killing myself, I am just releasing the medicines that are keeping me here. If God wants me alive at that point well, the ball is in his court once again, so to speak.
Addisons
