A Walking Ctrl Alt Del.
Don't make me do anymore. Don't make me go the hospital, don't make me have scans, tests, injections, samples, be poked or prodded or have to pay attention to lists of precisely what my internal composition is. Don't make me listen to someone tell me what I did to myself, what others did, what I should be doing, what I'm no longer allowed to do.
I'm still here.
If this continues, I have no interest in remaining here.
I want it to stop, all of it. Later today I will be driven again to hospital so I can wait interminably for a scan which I will go to the room for and request it not be done. I am so very, very tired. The cancer patients that request they receive no further treatment get respect, I get ignored. I already died twice. I want this to stop. Please. Now.
Moral: Reality breaks your heart. Best to avoid.
I'm still here.
If this continues, I have no interest in remaining here.
I want it to stop, all of it. Later today I will be driven again to hospital so I can wait interminably for a scan which I will go to the room for and request it not be done. I am so very, very tired. The cancer patients that request they receive no further treatment get respect, I get ignored. I already died twice. I want this to stop. Please. Now.
Moral: Reality breaks your heart. Best to avoid.