My Final Statement

I think I'm done for now. What's the point continuing? I'm posting only to myself.

On a personal note, I'll never walk again, I have only one working hand, and I haven't had a shower in more than two months (I get sponge baths).

I have neither friends nor family. There's no one I want to talk to, and I'm sure the feeling's mutual.

My younger son can't be educated and my wife is exhausted from taking care of me.

I now wear a Depends or some such thing.

But I'd find that bearable were the West not dying.

I'm tired. I have no joy and none to look forward to.

I'm signing off for good.