Lucubration Station

Everyone says it but I really mean it.
I dont want to be that old.
I dont want to be in that state where you go from one illness to another. Where visits to doctors and chemists are a social occasion and part of your weekly routine. Where each meal is chosen not by what you want to eat but what you can still digest. When each morning you count out the pills for the day.
I dont want to be so old I'm just keeping death at bay with medical proceedure after medical proceedure.
I want to die when it becomes too uncomfortable to live. Not after.
I want to choose the manner of my death, and die with dignity.
I will never give up on life, I will always fight for it
but, then,
there are differant points of view on what it means to live.

mmm Shakespeare

To be, or not to be,--that is the question:--
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?--To die,--to sleep,--
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,--'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,--to sleep;--
To sleep! perchance to dream:--ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?