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Things are better today.  I have, temporarily at least, abandoned my role as co-victim and resumed my role as coach and cheerleader.  Oxygen was not getting to Dianne's lungs, blood, and brain.  That alone could account for all of yesterday's weakness, immobility, and apparant stupor.  Fortunately we have "breatjing treatments that will possibly handle this.  So far, so good.  Thank you all for your good wishes!


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Jun. 17th, 2015 08:35 pm (UTC)
Oh, I thank God.
Jun. 18th, 2015 02:21 am (UTC)
Yes. Thank you. I will post at day's end.
Jun. 18th, 2015 04:40 am (UTC)
Thank you!
Jun. 18th, 2015 05:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Jun. 17th, 2015 08:53 pm (UTC)
SO glad to hear she is a little better.
Jun. 18th, 2015 02:24 am (UTC)
Thank you. I will post again tonight.
Jun. 17th, 2015 08:54 pm (UTC)

That alone could account for - ah yah, it certainly would.  I know how this feels - you want to be able to reach in and fix it and you can't.

All you CAN do, you're doing.  As I did.

Jun. 18th, 2015 02:27 am (UTC)
"As I did."
Thank you,

Reads like i've missed a big part of your story, ((Blessings))
Jun. 18th, 2015 10:57 am (UTC)
Re: "As I did."

Yah, well,


here's the “teal deer” version, if you're idly curious.  It's more about me than there's been occasion to mention before.

[Science fiction:  “Too Long, Didn't Read” gets shorthanded to TL;DR, which gets pronounced “Teal Deer.”  Is the future weird or what?]

Jun. 18th, 2015 09:47 pm (UTC)
Re: "As I did."
Thank you. My curiosity is rarely, if ever "idle.'
I trust this is past and mostly dealt with, but i am always too much of a romantic not to sorrow over lost love.
Jun. 19th, 2015 02:09 pm (UTC)
Re: "As I did."

Dealt with? Well, time marches on, certainly.  But she's certainly never been replaced.  I've known other women since then, of course, but loved only one - and that, too, came to grief for a somewhat similar reason:  The “pre-existing condition” affected not the pancreas but the brain.  I knew she had kangaroos loose in her top paddock; even an informal do-it-yourself psych eval she took on-line advised her to seek professional help immediately!  Yet I came to love her anyway, for again I perceived the person who still existed behind the problems.  I loved her and she knew it, and she shyly confessed feelings for me herself, clumsily heart-tuggingly demonstrated…

And then, somewhere in her circuitry an overloaded component finally failed…  and like the Northeast blackout of 1965, breakdown cascaded unstoppably.

     … It's like he died and kept walking around, with something else pulling
     the strings.

     What happened to those people.  Are they still alive somewhere?

     No. Like a vacated apartment with a new tenant, the body may still be
     walking around, but the person you knew in it is gone.

     I know:  I loved a girl that happened to.  I watched the change happen, the
     circuits overloading, melting, dropping into new, bizarre configurations. 
     She became somebody else - someone with different tastes, even different
     vocabulary, grammar - comparing letters written then and now, they are the
     work of two different people, completely dissimilar.

     The change was not an improvement - but the girl I loved was gone.

Handicrafts she'd practiced for years - dropped entirely.  Websites she visited every other day on average - not been to since.  The person she now is, is not even likable!

C'est la vie.

Jun. 19th, 2015 03:49 pm (UTC)
Re: "As I did."
Thank you. Again, i'm so sorry!
What you say reminds me of what happens to some elderly people.
Ronald Reagan's biographer said of him after his Alzheimer's was diagnosed. "After six months, he did not know who i was; after a year i no longer knew who he was."
Jun. 19th, 2015 04:40 pm (UTC)
Re: "As I did."

Yah, well, I really didn't need to go into all that, it was somewhat off the subject, I just wanted to make the point that the value of something is a function of its scarcity, and Linda's value thus remains high even now.

- Lest it seem that I'm predictable in my tastes, I should point out what I realized later, that in some Bangsian afterlife fantasy where we're all restored and together…  these two women would blackly hate each other.  Relationship demise via pre-existing condition is their only real similarity, and they would NOT “bond” or get along.  O well.

Jun. 19th, 2015 05:06 pm (UTC)
Re: "As I did."

Nancy Reagan said, “He's gone where I can't follow,” and that was the single most poignant thing I'd ever known her to say.

[“Don't go where I can't follow,” was said by a weeping Sam Gamgee to Frodo in the screenplay of The Lord of the Rings - and I believe in the original book(s) also, which may be where Mrs Reagan got it.

Leapfrogging onto that, if the subject interests you I highly recommend the eye-opening article “JRR Tolkien and World War I,” which elaborates on the ways Tolkien's experiences in the trenches of the Western Front shaped and appear in The Lord of the Rings, particularly his descriptions of Mordor and of the relationship between Frodo and Sam, which was very much that of a front-line officer and his “batman,” as the British Army called him, an enlisted “servant who looked after his belongings and took care of him.”]

Jun. 18th, 2015 03:27 am (UTC)
I'm glad there is hope!
Jun. 18th, 2015 09:42 pm (UTC)
Oh, yes. Thank you.
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Jun. 20th, 2015 07:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Yes, things have been getting better.
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