I don't know what I want to write - only that I have time and that I could write. I dreamed about dialysis last night, chained to a room I could never leave. How appropo. I dreamt of the sea, a creeping, sickening-smelling tide, rising inch by inevitable inch to swallow me whole
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Whereas, what comes to mind for me in terms of "what to write?" and "how to spend the limited remaining amount of time?" is: I think what a moderate share of people in such a condition do is trying to experience something. - It needn't be much, it needn't cost huge amounts of money; it can even mean just heading off to the same dream spheres like somebody around or close to you.
What "experiencing something" can be in practice is very up to somebody individually...
It's the techique to embrace "okay, do something with your time which you perceive as meaningful".
If there's more than the daily gray, then you also automatically have something to talk about instead of bitterness...
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Compressed timescale. That's an amazing way of thinking of it.
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A lot of the time it's possible to distract ourselves from our meat bodies and their slow collapse. It's hard to do that while they're being plugged into machines and we're uncomfortable from that.
So the whole process is a reminder of our mortality, as well as being physically uncomfortable. I'm not surprised it's scary!
I'm glad you're writing about how you're doing with it. I hope it helps.
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