I have been forced to return home in agony by Williamsport hospital. They called the police and had me escorted home. They couldnt find out what was wrong and changed their mind about giving me a lousy one day supply of pain medication, as if I were just faking it to get high. I barely made it inside and to the floor by the USB port. They didnt even give me fluids by IV. I cant eat or drink. I am so sorry, I cant do this anymore. I wanted very much to get well and tried so hard. I love you all so much and I hope you can understand that sometimes death is a great kindness. I have left a bucket of strawberry champagne I was making in the kitchen. Rack it and filter it and celebrate my life. I dont have much to leave behind after the robbery and I am so sick I cant get the insurance claim done so I made the wine. Please adopt my poor cat Isabella, I got her as far as I could. Please dont allow my remains to be autopsied, I have suffered enough under the knife. I cant take the pain anymore. I wanted to live, but this is hell. Again, I love you all so much, maybe the records I have left behind of the last year can help others stop what is being done to people in pain who need help. I meant to outlive those who would grieve me, but I hurt and I am tired and there is no other rest. I love you all so much. I am distended now and the blockage they didnt see will be a slow agonizing death. I have taken no other narcotics and there will be none in me, I left them on the kitchen counter. I will not be labeled a pathetic junkie or an overdose. I have seen things you people wouldnt believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. Ive watched C-beams glitter in the darkness of the Ten hauser gate. All these moments will be lost, like tears in the rain. Time to die. - Rutger Hauer as Roy Batty, Blade Runner. Bye.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 23:37:20 +0000
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