I, your mother / friend, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means.
Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't pass ninth grade biology if their lives depended on it, or lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills.
If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:
Glass of wine
Cup of coffee
Margarita
Sex
Martini
Cold Beer
Chocolate
Chicken fried steak
Cream gravy
Sex
Mexican food
Chocolate
French fries
Chocolate
Pizza
Sex
Ice cream
Cup of coffee
Chocolate
Chocolate
Sex
Chocolate
It should be presumed that I won't ever get better. When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the 'fat lady sing,' and call it a day!
In the meantime: Have a Drink
IT'S 5 O'CLOCK SOMEWHERE!
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Lucy Corrander
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I work in an ICU. Believe I might have to copy this for all the nurses. Exactly our sentiments for our own futures. Although the first three items would be coffee, chocolate, advil. Very interesting blog, so happy to have found you:>)
Lucy: Agreed! :)
Distracted by Shiny Objects: Thank you so much! Please do return!
Kitty!
It's early morning in SoCal and I'm thinking of you. Once I get my feet firmly planted in France, I would love nothing more than to stop by and visit you in your little corner of la belle France. Le F has a great friend in Pleurtuit, near Cancale, near Dinan so I have been to La Bretagne coming from Le Mont St Michel once and to St Malo--even typing the words makes me feel excited! In any event, I have been thinking about you since your first visit to my little 40 acres in Cyberland and wanted to top by and say hello!
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Comments are the clotted cream and fresh strawberry jam on the freshly-baked scones of my thoughts. Thank you for them, they're delicious!