Death of a Blogsman

I won't deny it folks. It's staring us in the face. This blog... this motley assembly of letters, thoughts and run on sentences...

It's on life support.

Some guy died the other day. I spent so much time working on him. He pretty much died twice before he even came into my care. I could pull up a chair to his room (just outside, not inside, cause it smelled really bad... he knew so he didn't take offense), sit down and wait for him to decompensate. I'd see how long I could stay seated before I'd have to do something. There were times when I got close to five minutes before taking action but I'd never make it all the way. There was always something going on, but I always managed to keep him going for about another five minutes.

I spent a good seven weeks trying to keep him alive and in the end it didn't really matter. My plans for a prolonged but definitive recovery were ruined by the plans the multidrug resistant bacteria in his lungs had made to camp out, roast some marshmallows, tell some scary stories, then start making pus. He died a few hours after getting to the ICU.

Ugh. Frustrating. You can see where this is going.

It's hard to keep at something when you're not sure what the end result is going to be. Looking back on it, if I knew it was going to cost 4 million dollars to keep him alive and bedbound for six weeks so he could die a terrible death, I might not have wanted to get off that chair. Really, what difference would it have made? Would you pay four million to live another one and a half shitty, shitty months?

But the reality of the situation is I didn't know he was going to die before leaving hospital. I don't know if this blog is going to die tonight, tomorrow, before this post is done. Guess that's why I'm still going at it. Pretty lame, though. July was the last post. Gah.

Full code please.