Mom, If 25% of My Brain is Gone - Don't Starve Me

Whew! You sound like one hell of a masochist. OK, I'll smother you with a pillow if you want. But why? If you're such a masochist, I could set you on fire or stretch you out on a wheel if you'd rather

Or you could just see a therapist and try to get to the bottom of your fixation on pain. Dude!!

You sound like one hell of a masochist.

Actually the entire point of the article is the avoidance of pain and suffering....

If your brain is gone, there is no pain and suffering. There's no loss of "dignity", none of the rot that people spew. If you are "meat", then you are just meat. Why should you care what your discarded husk does in its spare time?

I guess, BakerStreet, that many people, myself included, have the fear that that which makes us human, that spirit or atman or whatever, will be trapped within the meat.

If you are "meat", then you are just meat. Why should you care what your discarded husk does in its spare time?

Did you catch the part about my wife and family? It is not just the "meat" that is lingering pointlessly. Oh yes also it is my body and my business right? A better question would be why do you care what my husk is doing? Especially when I have expressed wishes about it's disposition? Hmm?

If your brain is gone, there is no pain and suffering. There's no loss of "dignity", none of the rot that people spew. If you are "meat", then you are just meat. Why should you care what your discarded husk does in its spare time?

WHile it is clear that TS is in a persistant vegitative state, it is also evident she can feel pain. The meat is not dead.

I am like Greywar.  If you cant kill me, dont starve me to death. I would not even do that to a rabid skunk.

I am like Greywar. If you cant kill me, dont starve me to death. I would not even do that to a rabid skunk.

Me too. It's situations like this that made me want to get a living will.

Hey, if they drug me up, they can starve me. Just don't keep me alive on the false hope that I am going to "come back". I will never be me again. I think the chance of being aware at all while in a state like that is far more terrifying than being starved, smothered, shot, etc. Trapped in your own "husk" would be the epitomy of hell IMO.

Trapped in your own "husk" would be the epitomy of hell IMO.

If you are brain dead, how would you know?

If you are brain dead, how would you know?

Again the real onus here is placed on the non-husks... not me...

Hey, if they drug me up, they can starve me.

ahh thats a morbid chuckle for me:) Nice to see you again Jill. Long time...

If you are brain dead, how would you know?

Let me ask some of my relatives on my Mom's side and I'll get back to you

ahh thats a morbid chuckle for me:)

I had a roommate in college who was a forensic pathology major and I married the grandson of a mortician, guess I picked up on the mindset

Nice to see you again Jill. Long time...

Glad I was missed. Life seems to keep interfering with my blogging.

Best Terri Shiavo article yet.

25% gone? I'd say you swilled right past that milestone ages ago!

Baby, I give you full permisssion here and now to go ahead and get on with your life after it is deemed that I will never do anything again. I just ask 2 things: 1. If Peanut is not already dead by then, do not put her to sleep, and 2. A heroin overdose doesnt sound bad. I really wouldnt know the difference cause I would be a vegeatable.

My girl's a vegetable.......she lives in a hospital......

Well i wouldnt want to be kept alive cuz i would be a burden to my family.

And yeah it would suck to be kept there when i could be RIP.

just my 2 cents

Just let Shiavo die already. An air bubble in a syringe would do it quick and painless. And why wait for brain death? Somebody shoot me now.

overdose me (heroin please),

go for fentanyl Link

it's nearly 10 times as strong...and as keith richards once said, street drugs are for pussies.

25% gone? I'd say you swilled right past that milestone ages ago!

As always your jokes make me laugh in much the same manner as contracting a terminal case of sabre toothed crotch crickets would.

As always your jokes make me laugh in much the same manner as contracting a terminal case of sabre toothed crotch crickets would

I'd probably laugh if you contracted that...

Since this is addressed to me, I will comment. I agree with Arquonzo--it is too late. I couldn't shoot you. I have experienced your dear elderly Aunt Ida's peaceful demisere. She requested to be left at home...no feeding tubes, no IV's, no extreme methods. She died quietly and painlessly in her own bed with all her regal dignity intact. That is my wish also. Make sure you respect it.

Best Terri Shiavo article yet.

I agree. Load me up on morphine or somethin'...