I had to call the EMTs to get me out of bed Monday-Wednesday.

I wasn’t able to get my insulin pen to work during those three days. Or to refill my med box — I’ve no feeling remaining in my fingers. It’s neuropathy and it’s spreading up, up, up, to my elbows.

It seems that now would be a good time for the final heart attack. I don’t want to live out my life on a psych ward in a nursing home. Maybe I don’t have a choice.

It sucks to have illnesses take over my body.