While dying slowly and painfully...

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As I find my capacity to do just about anything more strenuous than feeding the cats or moving from chair to chair becoming a literal burden I can't bear. As the pains and various symptoms of my illness progress without being able to find any way to temper them. As my lungs slowly lose their ability to pull in enough air until I nearly choke out pushing beyond the first two. I realize there are some other things to contemplate.

First, because of the breathing, I can simply not avoid whistling while I work! If I fill a basket full of clothing and carry that to the washing machine, I am whistling like a steam engine with a full head on. While it is true, I carry no tune and have no means of adjusting it as I am simply trying to avoid passing out, I know I shouldn't be picky. As well, despite my own interest in being active, I know most people would love a little break from life. Most people are too busy. They might not like how they would get the break, but again, I am being picky. And more, I am learning more about the human anatomy and pathology than I had thought possible since the topic is of little interest to me. As something in my throat clicks every time I breathe, I have become my own little time piece. Click, click, click. Ah, time to get going! And finally, without much effort, I can emulate Darth Vader! Luke, *air intake sound* I am your father. *air intake sound* There are some advantages to being in my condition, if I can just step back enough to look at the frame while avoiding the little and bit pictures.

On another topic, I remember a woman writing about how another woman left her husband. There was something about the wife loving the husband dearly, but then he became dominant and masculine, so the wife seemingly had no Christian choice but to divorce him. I don't think I commented at the time as it was a he-said, she-said, and further one step removed from me beyond that. Now I have to say, I have never heard such foolishness in my life. Not only did the wife do the wrong thing, she did it for the wrong reason. I am sure God might forgive her, should she ever even think to consider that she was wrong and ask for it. But that doesn't mean she shouldn't have been scolded by "many". Christ didn't shed His blood for all, therefore I don't expect all to understand. But the many, yes, I do expect that. It's been bugging me, and since I might be dying, I decided to finally spit it out.

On to the rest of my day. *air intake sound* Ah, it's time to go whistle! Good day.