- Disabled from a stroke in a Nursing Home being called “dear” or it’s linguistic equivalent by one’s carers.
- End up in a Nursing Home anyways being called …
- Having to go in to one of those awful retirement villages full of mens shedders and busybodies.
- Developing some other godawful disease that makes one’s life a misery before dying in pain or distress.
My preference would be to die from a massive unannounced heart attack or stroke, a bullet from an attacker coming from behind or some other painless untoward event.
It appears that the doctors spend much time keeping mens shedders and busybodies alive but don’t cater much for such as I who very much enjoy life and care not a cent for when I go, but do about how I go.
The Euthanasia Legislation just caters for those with advanced miserable diseases.
The medical and pharmaceutical industry should take much of the blame for the ageing unhappy population, keeping people alive beyond when they would wish to, and are in many ways to blame for all these retirement complexes, nursing homes and the skewed demographic graphs.
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