The ambulance has been making a lot of pickups here at the Asylum lately. Or maybe, since it’s open-window weather, I’m just hearing them more.
Forty-four people have died so far this year. That puts us “ahead.” Even if you subtract those who moved into the nursing unit to die, we’re still ahead.
The older you get, the more sanguine you become about death. Not many of us worry about being dead. What concerns us is getting dead. That’s why we keep Do Not Resuscitate orders on file.
Damn, I’ll be pissed if I manage to die only to discover that some well-meaning person has “saved” me.
This isn’t morbid. This is life. The shiny new upmarket old folks’ home the Asylum group is building nearby boasts that it’s “designed for older adults ages 55 and above who never stop living.” News flash for the marketing staff: nobody gets out alive.
Just for today. I put the future away. My future and the country’s.