I’m just about finished with my plans to finally go to peaceful sleep.
The doctors, hey they don’t care, never have. Too much in a hurry to see the next dope come in with another fee for them to pay for their swimming pool.
I went to a new doctor who seemed so different, seemed caring. NOT
He told me that all the constipation, pain, spasms of intestines, vertigo, these are just an anxiety attack. Up to then I cared about his diagnosis but after I decided its time to go to that eternal sleeping peace. The place I was before I ever remember being born. We all were there one time. A place of no memory, disappointment, sadness, wrong sexual orientation, and did I say pain?
In a little while I will travel to the small tool shed on the back 50 and I will use the tractor that has set off so many carbon monoxide alarms. I will seal the doors shut, have a very large glass of sherry, a few shots of the finest scotch, and just try to doze into a most comfortable sleep. A sleep that will let everyone who knows me see that I was not crazy, not kidding. I already paid the pathologist who will do the investigation of my death to do a careful autopsy on me.
Then they will all see that I was not crazy these past several years, I was sick and the doctors did not work hard enough to identify the problem. I was not nuts!