03-09-2024, 08:22 AM
Oh I am pleased the stuff works for you KM, I found it great fun to play with.
When I was in the unit with my pulmonary embolism there was an older woman with dementia in the next bed, she was in heart failure. She had come in from a rest home, and the docs had no instructions so as her heart played up they resuscitated her, despite her begging them to leave her alone. It was horrendous being alongside her even though I couldn't see what was going on, hearing it was bad enough. So, I am with you guys, just let it happen, don't try to stop it. I wish I had known that with my Mum, I should have made her comfortable when she had that first stroke, and gone and made a cup of tea, instead of calling the ambulance people. They saved her, she ended up in a resthome, two actually, and she and I had all those years of hell, which was no life for her and very hard on the family.
I guess if someone is afraid of their life ending, or maybe if they have others to live for then they might think differently, but for me and my small life I actually look forward to the next bit, to the next adventure. And if it turns out to be just going into the dream then that's fine too. I have always liked sleeping! It might be one of the blessings of not being mainstream faith following, I know there is no hell or heaven to fear, and certainly no bunch of virgins waiting, lol. Though why anyone would want to go there I have no idea...
Nope, give me a short sharp clean passing, you can keep the expensive long drawn out stuff for someone who wants it!
As for today, there is a row of Busy Lizzies who need their Wintered heads cut off so their Spring hearts can feel the sunlight, that ought to limber me up enough to climb the hill to retrieve the rubbish bin from the roadside. And maybe a few freesias and some of those petticoat daffs can come inside to join the fresh sprays of jasmine I nicked from the hedges on my way home yesterday from the library. It is looking like an outside day weatherwise, worth getting up for!
When I was in the unit with my pulmonary embolism there was an older woman with dementia in the next bed, she was in heart failure. She had come in from a rest home, and the docs had no instructions so as her heart played up they resuscitated her, despite her begging them to leave her alone. It was horrendous being alongside her even though I couldn't see what was going on, hearing it was bad enough. So, I am with you guys, just let it happen, don't try to stop it. I wish I had known that with my Mum, I should have made her comfortable when she had that first stroke, and gone and made a cup of tea, instead of calling the ambulance people. They saved her, she ended up in a resthome, two actually, and she and I had all those years of hell, which was no life for her and very hard on the family.
I guess if someone is afraid of their life ending, or maybe if they have others to live for then they might think differently, but for me and my small life I actually look forward to the next bit, to the next adventure. And if it turns out to be just going into the dream then that's fine too. I have always liked sleeping! It might be one of the blessings of not being mainstream faith following, I know there is no hell or heaven to fear, and certainly no bunch of virgins waiting, lol. Though why anyone would want to go there I have no idea...
Nope, give me a short sharp clean passing, you can keep the expensive long drawn out stuff for someone who wants it!
As for today, there is a row of Busy Lizzies who need their Wintered heads cut off so their Spring hearts can feel the sunlight, that ought to limber me up enough to climb the hill to retrieve the rubbish bin from the roadside. And maybe a few freesias and some of those petticoat daffs can come inside to join the fresh sprays of jasmine I nicked from the hedges on my way home yesterday from the library. It is looking like an outside day weatherwise, worth getting up for!