That's the headline of a story in the NYT.

I won't read it because I don't want to know.

One Monday, Wednesday or Friday morning I won't answer the door when my caregiver arrives. The maintenance man has a master key.

I've put off providing the right people with the right information. I have a plot. I wanted to be cremated but now it doesn't seem to matter.

Last Thursday night – as if by magic – my diabetic neuropathy returned. I have already lost my legs. It's painful and I can't sleep. My diabetes doctor is in Europe for two weeks. He left this morning.

I have an appointment with my psych doc on Tuesday. It has to be the Seroquel that caused this. I don't think that there's a way to reverse it.

Is this supposed to be the happy forum? This is just general discussion. I don't know what happens in my city or county and I don't want to read about what happens in NYC.