Yes, it’s become a struggle, every day.
I get halfway through making lunch then I have to rest. When I finish making it I have to rest again before eating.
Heh, my only entertainment is going to the lavvy. And that’s no fun.
Every time I move I need to go to the toilet. Nothing much comes out and it’s exhausting.
Sometimes I make a mess and that’s even more stuff to clean up. I don’t have the energy.
COVID. I thought it would be the end of me. I was almost disappointed when I recovered.
Don’t get me wrong, if I wasn’t sick like this I’d be happy to continue living, but I have these illnesses. Nothing is going away, it’s only going to get worse.
I don’t want to be here any longer than necessary. This is existence. Not a life.
Blood transfusion? What’s the point? So I can live longer to get worse?
No, I wouldn’t want you to treat a chest infection. Yes, Let nature take its course.
Yes, you do understand me. Thank you.
You listen to what I want, nice for a change.