Disclaimer: this is about live cancer in my lungs. It won't get better but the articles are not to shock or horrify since they're more about dealing with it for me and also for people who love me since information only counts if it's solid and without hysterics.
Zen Yogi: so you're the Walter Cronkite of lung cancer?
Whoa, buddy, that one was all the way out there.
Zen Yogi: (takes a humble bow)
Morphine intake is around 30 mg per day and that assuages the problem to some extent but doesn't eliminate it. For perspective, Yevette was taking 15 mg per day and getting acceptable relief during the worst of her travails. The comparison is not for any, oh, my achin' ass purpose as instead it shows the acceleration and confirms the timing for a flyby is just about right.
Zen Yogi: but you get high from it, right?
No, Brer Bear, and most get it by now, including many Republicans, that ganja and opiates don't relate to each other in even a tiny way. There's no pleasure factor with morphine and I wouldn't touch it except for clinical necessity.
It's just about two weeks until show time in Fort Worth and my concern is for you walking into a horror movie. I know you would do it anyway but ideally it won't be necessary since my obvious preference is to fall apart at slower rate. It does look like we're good for that and I didn't expect to be updating this each day but events have surprised me and so it goes.
Eating just isn't working although some kinds of ludicrous things will work a little bit. A couple of pieces of Cracker Jack will be tolerated. Soda is tolerable but milk is unpredictable. The consequence is weight is lowest it's ever been. Please, please, don't get weepy over this since I don't. Mostly the only crying comes when Toby the Dog hears the siren from an ambulance and that boy will let it rip for those.
Whether this stage takes a long time or a short time really doesn't matter that much except in terms of timing for those who will fly by.
Zen Yogi: surely it matters, Silas; it's life
It's about Quality of Life, Yogi, and it's important. I've held the QoL as high as I could for as long as I could and that, in my perspective, is the win. When the Exit Plan includes Pepsi and Cracker Jack, that's funny, right?
Zen Yogi: if you say so
I'm tellin' you, mate, since those weren't my choices, it just twists that way. If I were in a hospital, I would have IVs sticking out of me, regular visits from a preacher, and constant enemas.
Zen Yogi: why enemas?
Hospitals enjoy giving enemas. No-one knows why. It's about QoL, mate, and it really is important.
Yevette took over the critter feeding this morning and that's a lament since I have enjoyed it and the crittters all know how it plays. They will even be waiting out there right around 6:30 a.m. Actually they turn out much earlier since I can hear them fussin' with each other but going out there when it's dark isn't any good.
Things will get a little bit confused when that idiotic Daylight Savings Time changes because cats don't have digital watches.
Zen Yogi: and their lives are better without them
That's right, Yogi.
It may seem the situation has become a reality show with this #Blotto reporting but it really hasn't.
Zen Yogi: how so
It's real.
Zen Yogi: not bad, Silas. It wasn't downtown but not bad.
Maybe it's worth shooting a video but that strikes as more of a look-at-me thing than an informational thing.
Zen Yogi: that may not be true if it's funny
Hmmm ... this may be tough enough for people already without playing that.
Zen Yogi: people are tougher than you think, Silas, as, WTF, you were and so was Yevette
I'm still coming up with a hmmm on that, Yogi. I will think about it, tho.
People worry quite a bit about getting tight with God for this stage and sometimes they worry all their lives but I don't find that's part of this. I enjoy the metaphysical considerations but I don't find any fear as a result of that.
Zen Yogi: how does that work
When I die and there's no God, I won't know it. If there is then I will ask him about trying some merengue steps.
Zen Yogi: what about Hell?
To accept Hell, I have to accept the idea God is prickish enough to allow it to continue to exist. If that's true then he's not omnipotent and the religion falls apart. Nah, I don't believe it.
Zen Yogi: what does it matter?
Some people I love are expecting me to be there and it's prickish of me to go whole hog atheist and deny it's even possible.
Zen Yogi: are you a whole hog atheist?
Nah but no need for repeating the details.
When someone dies, the Ulithi islanders set a place for them at dinner anyway.
Zen Yogi: so they're not so much concerned about Heaven as they are about what's on the menu. I like them, Silas.
So do I, Yogi, and maybe sometimes people ask why Anthropology but that's why, mate.
Zen Yogi: so you're the Walter Cronkite of lung cancer?
Whoa, buddy, that one was all the way out there.
Zen Yogi: (takes a humble bow)
Morphine intake is around 30 mg per day and that assuages the problem to some extent but doesn't eliminate it. For perspective, Yevette was taking 15 mg per day and getting acceptable relief during the worst of her travails. The comparison is not for any, oh, my achin' ass purpose as instead it shows the acceleration and confirms the timing for a flyby is just about right.
Zen Yogi: but you get high from it, right?
No, Brer Bear, and most get it by now, including many Republicans, that ganja and opiates don't relate to each other in even a tiny way. There's no pleasure factor with morphine and I wouldn't touch it except for clinical necessity.
It's just about two weeks until show time in Fort Worth and my concern is for you walking into a horror movie. I know you would do it anyway but ideally it won't be necessary since my obvious preference is to fall apart at slower rate. It does look like we're good for that and I didn't expect to be updating this each day but events have surprised me and so it goes.
Eating just isn't working although some kinds of ludicrous things will work a little bit. A couple of pieces of Cracker Jack will be tolerated. Soda is tolerable but milk is unpredictable. The consequence is weight is lowest it's ever been. Please, please, don't get weepy over this since I don't. Mostly the only crying comes when Toby the Dog hears the siren from an ambulance and that boy will let it rip for those.
Whether this stage takes a long time or a short time really doesn't matter that much except in terms of timing for those who will fly by.
Zen Yogi: surely it matters, Silas; it's life
It's about Quality of Life, Yogi, and it's important. I've held the QoL as high as I could for as long as I could and that, in my perspective, is the win. When the Exit Plan includes Pepsi and Cracker Jack, that's funny, right?
Zen Yogi: if you say so
I'm tellin' you, mate, since those weren't my choices, it just twists that way. If I were in a hospital, I would have IVs sticking out of me, regular visits from a preacher, and constant enemas.
Zen Yogi: why enemas?
Hospitals enjoy giving enemas. No-one knows why. It's about QoL, mate, and it really is important.
Yevette took over the critter feeding this morning and that's a lament since I have enjoyed it and the crittters all know how it plays. They will even be waiting out there right around 6:30 a.m. Actually they turn out much earlier since I can hear them fussin' with each other but going out there when it's dark isn't any good.
Things will get a little bit confused when that idiotic Daylight Savings Time changes because cats don't have digital watches.
Zen Yogi: and their lives are better without them
That's right, Yogi.
It may seem the situation has become a reality show with this #Blotto reporting but it really hasn't.
Zen Yogi: how so
It's real.
Zen Yogi: not bad, Silas. It wasn't downtown but not bad.
Maybe it's worth shooting a video but that strikes as more of a look-at-me thing than an informational thing.
Zen Yogi: that may not be true if it's funny
Hmmm ... this may be tough enough for people already without playing that.
Zen Yogi: people are tougher than you think, Silas, as, WTF, you were and so was Yevette
I'm still coming up with a hmmm on that, Yogi. I will think about it, tho.
People worry quite a bit about getting tight with God for this stage and sometimes they worry all their lives but I don't find that's part of this. I enjoy the metaphysical considerations but I don't find any fear as a result of that.
Zen Yogi: how does that work
When I die and there's no God, I won't know it. If there is then I will ask him about trying some merengue steps.
Zen Yogi: what about Hell?
To accept Hell, I have to accept the idea God is prickish enough to allow it to continue to exist. If that's true then he's not omnipotent and the religion falls apart. Nah, I don't believe it.
Zen Yogi: what does it matter?
Some people I love are expecting me to be there and it's prickish of me to go whole hog atheist and deny it's even possible.
Zen Yogi: are you a whole hog atheist?
Nah but no need for repeating the details.
When someone dies, the Ulithi islanders set a place for them at dinner anyway.
Zen Yogi: so they're not so much concerned about Heaven as they are about what's on the menu. I like them, Silas.
So do I, Yogi, and maybe sometimes people ask why Anthropology but that's why, mate.
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