
Originally Posted by
Zilzal
And just to add Monty, I'm dying as quickly as I possibly can.
My muscles are turning to bone, my walk is, at all times, that of a swaying drunk. I stop without wishing to, I speed up without wishing to and I cannot walk in anything like a straight line. Therefore if I am facing a busy road my Parkinson's takes me straight towards death on the road.
If I lived in an area populated by Islamic fundamentalists then the safest place to walk is in fact in amongst the traffic. This is because Allah has told the Islamists to drive their cars, vans and lorries ON the pavement thereby killing or maiming as many innocent Europeans as possible.
But the question is, how do people (especially spazzers like myself) know when a ten truck (Allah inspired) is coming?
I also have many falls because of my condition so a really bad fall could finish me off. This would please you greatly Monty and others who run with your particular inhuman pack. Also I have many excruciating pains in my joints and these pains perturb me in the daytime and stop me sleeping at night. Other delights to come will relegate me to a wheelchair, I'll forget how to swallow etc etc. This is bad for me but will have you happy clapping with joy. Why? Because I intend to take my own life before the worst excesses of Parkinson's kicks in.
So why don't I just kill myself tomorrow and have done with it? This is not an option because I promised my mother I would do everything in my power to prevent her having to go into a care home. It's important to know that my mother is 88 years old, is 97 % blind and almost deaf; if this wasn't enough she also has dementia and has been widowed since 1998.
All of her friends, neighbours and relatives have long since died off. YOU LYING TWAAAT, ZIL. You've said on more than one occasion that you have a sister! Quite true. BUt I live in Sheffield and my mother and sister both live in Rothm, in fact 2.5 miles apart. When did my sister last make contact of any sort with either of us? Uh..about 14 or 15 years ago.
MONTY: So let me get this straight. You now live alone, you're dying of an incurable disease and yet for 15 years you've had to look after your dementia-ridden mum all by yourself?
ZIL: Correct.