The Day Doth NOT Improve
Oct. 11th, 2004 12:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgBTW, I hit a new high in ENTRIES= yesterday on the friends list.
ENTRIES=780
And yes, I read them all. With the exception of the nattering going on in my own journal. Take it outside, guys. I gotta vacuum the rug.
You'll be glad to hear I'm female. I can sense the schadenfreude all the way over here. *snark*
Even the fortune cookies are in on it - "YOUR LOYALTIES ARE CLEAR WHEN IT COMES TO FRIENDS." In bed, with a chainsaw. I'm hip.
One of the things I hope I never do is simply decide that some issue, some person is wrong wholesale and write them off. Disgust and annoyance aren't banning justifications, as cooperative as LJ would be to them.
No, I'll be specific. If I can't be polite and reasonable, I'll remain silent.
Loosing Christopher Reeve is hitting some sore places today - his passing, from all reports, was a lot like Cliff's - cardiac arrest is what we all die from, first line on the death certificate, as Mom once told me. He had actually had a "pressure" sore that had gone septic, caused a cardiac arrest and subsequent coma - and if someone hadn't had to decide to withdraw support, I'd be surprised.
I'm so glad Cliff retained enough sentience running a 107 degree fever, blind and paralyzed to tell the hospital staff what his wishes were. They were followed to the letter.
But it was not a good death. He was evicted from his body as the wrecking ball was descending to completely obliterate it.
Yeah, I remember. There just isn't a good way to describe how incredibly wrong the whole experience felt. You live, you die; that's a given. But to die? It took on all the qualities of an olympic effort just to finish the process.
And once begun, there was no chance of anything good to gain from it.
I think that's what stings the most. I really though if anyone had a shot to get something back, it was Chris Reeve.
I guess I could take some comfort from knowing all the resources in the world hadn't prevented his death - heaven knows, Cliff had been desperately short of them and I still wonder some days what could have been if we'd had half the resources I have now. I guess I could.
If I wasn't still so angry about it all.
When you see the long-term acute care facilities filled to overflowing, the lack of funding to provide for that level of care available and the bobbling back and forth of the infirm from one level of care to another over the years - you wonder a bit, you grieve a bit and you anger a bit.
But most of the time, you are stunned and saddened into silence.
You're not supposed to witness limbo/purgatory while you still live, are you?
ENTRIES=780
And yes, I read them all. With the exception of the nattering going on in my own journal. Take it outside, guys. I gotta vacuum the rug.
You'll be glad to hear I'm female. I can sense the schadenfreude all the way over here. *snark*
Even the fortune cookies are in on it - "YOUR LOYALTIES ARE CLEAR WHEN IT COMES TO FRIENDS." In bed, with a chainsaw. I'm hip.
One of the things I hope I never do is simply decide that some issue, some person is wrong wholesale and write them off. Disgust and annoyance aren't banning justifications, as cooperative as LJ would be to them.
No, I'll be specific. If I can't be polite and reasonable, I'll remain silent.
Loosing Christopher Reeve is hitting some sore places today - his passing, from all reports, was a lot like Cliff's - cardiac arrest is what we all die from, first line on the death certificate, as Mom once told me. He had actually had a "pressure" sore that had gone septic, caused a cardiac arrest and subsequent coma - and if someone hadn't had to decide to withdraw support, I'd be surprised.
I'm so glad Cliff retained enough sentience running a 107 degree fever, blind and paralyzed to tell the hospital staff what his wishes were. They were followed to the letter.
But it was not a good death. He was evicted from his body as the wrecking ball was descending to completely obliterate it.
Yeah, I remember. There just isn't a good way to describe how incredibly wrong the whole experience felt. You live, you die; that's a given. But to die? It took on all the qualities of an olympic effort just to finish the process.
And once begun, there was no chance of anything good to gain from it.
I think that's what stings the most. I really though if anyone had a shot to get something back, it was Chris Reeve.
I guess I could take some comfort from knowing all the resources in the world hadn't prevented his death - heaven knows, Cliff had been desperately short of them and I still wonder some days what could have been if we'd had half the resources I have now. I guess I could.
If I wasn't still so angry about it all.
When you see the long-term acute care facilities filled to overflowing, the lack of funding to provide for that level of care available and the bobbling back and forth of the infirm from one level of care to another over the years - you wonder a bit, you grieve a bit and you anger a bit.
But most of the time, you are stunned and saddened into silence.
You're not supposed to witness limbo/purgatory while you still live, are you?
