Health directive

I’m no longer intent on committing suicide. I’ve been told I can make a living will if I want! It’ss for me, but also to stop my grandparents from trying to destroy my family by arguements on account of the decisions I make in my life, especially where medicines and comfort level is concerned. Thanks, disability assesser! And thanks, apparently nice nurses, doctors and the rest of my lovely hospital staff now friends, who have somehow gotten me over my grief over the last procedure that my Nan successfully caused great discomfort from, by simply interfering with what the doctors wanted, subtly. And last week the doctors had to step in and explain a few things that I didn’t know, yet they’re so respectful of me wanting to be comfortable, without compromising their need for me to go with what they want to keep me that way. Thanks! And no thanks, grandparents. In fact, help me with my choices I make, give me some dignity and respect in the trying times, or get out of my life. And, don’t interfere with my doctors and try to shift the blame to the nursing staff by using my grief to hurt them, knowing that you are intentionally allowing me to misinterpret your actions, whilst all along you’re being emotionally abusive and disrespectful on purpose. My grandparents are losing it with fast and furiously now, it’s just a matter of time before I never speak to them again. I’m just showing them that my chances with them aren’t limitless, and when they’re finally nice to me, it’ll be too late.