A Rather Bad Dissertation on the Current Life and After-Life (of dkzk)
of the touch
to ever touch
how dare you infer
complainantly! Blessed be!
(But that's not true)
[i]Near all is cut off,
because of "unreliable balance" issues.
(am walking straight and unlimping with
no dependence on cane discontinued).
Car confiscated. Every move watched.
Possible danger. Everywhere.
May not cook on stove or oven. (!Fire!)
May not shop for own groceries.
Last hospital, 4 weeks in isolation.
Then one more week [i]quarantine* in rehab.
Unhealthy weird tasting food served in styrofoam boxes[/i]
three times a day. 14hours overnight with no
offers of snacks. drinks, anything.
Family contemplating permanent residence in such a place.
O, dear, dire family. I've burnt y'alls out. I didn't mean it. I am
most grateful for your aid and assistance.
We all wondering what percent dysfunction
heart must get to to die.
One physician say "He shoulda been dead
five years ago".
Whoa! This Kozak is a fckn miracle man!!
Personally, Doc, i'm most weary of all this survival
and miracle shit.
Tired of "almost almost almost dead"
Nearly 200 days in hospital this year.
Send me wherever my dear Leah Marie has gone.
I have a feeling it just be permanent anesthesia.
No angelic reunions. After the lofty hallucinations
of brain deterioration, just blankness
veiling everything that is impossible to
humanly fathom. A dubious gift it is
that we can all "believe"
anything we want of death,( & boy, have we
come up wit some doozies). I feel most of us are
going to be very disappointed with The After-Life.
Such as it is, it'll all be over before we knew
what hit us ( I mightily presume).
It's always "later than we think".
*the place practices TWO people per quarantine room! Yow! That's what I call CoVid Isolation !.