Dear Die-ary...

No, not the end of this blog. Or at least, I wasn't really planning on it being the end.

But apparently, Nan died at about 9am this morning, and I wasn't told until 7 hours later. I was gonna say this yesterday, but had no time: the doctors 'pulled the plug' on her. What I mean by this is they took away her oxygen, medication and food. Euthanasia. I wasn't even allowed to see her before she 'went'. Those bastard (or bitch) doctors! They killed her! They f*cking killed her!! I want... revenge... Brandon suggested I push them off the fatal ledge... >:D

But despite the fact she was MURDERED by the NHS, I don't feel... sad. No, I do, but I don't feel like crying or anything... But what pains me is the fact she died, and she only went into the hospital for a broken leg! CUUUUUUUURSE the NHS, I will blow up that hospital, for the good of the nation!! (No, really, it would be best if I did that.) What also angers me is that I was told she was 'wheezing', what they didn't want to tell me was that actually her lungs were collapsing and she was slowly, and painfully, dying. And now she's gone.

In fact, Nan's other son, or my uncle, or my Dad's brother, and his family, never saw her before she died. The only memories they'll have of her is from about 5 years ago. They were going to see her a few days ago, but the little 'darlings' they had with them wanted to do something more interesting, and they decided to see her another day. That day never came. So they fluffed up that chance.

But what I'm afraid of is RE. I hear we *might* have to do euthanasia in RE, and a lot of people said last year that they agree with it. I have a speech ready for that, that I thought up last night when I was told. Wanna hear it? Even if you don't, it's still going on here. It goes something like this. *Ahem*...

"You dense f*cks!! You think that eliminating precious life is 'right'!! You don't know what it's like until it happens to you. You don't know what it's like... for someone to tell you that they're going to murder them, without your consent! You think they're fine, and they're alright, until the slightest decrease in their health persuades the f*cked-up doctors to dispose of them. They don't even tell you that the wheezing you hear is them dying, and you see no point in thinking they're going to die until they just give up on them suddenly. What's worse is when they only go to the hospital for a broken leg!! So they starve them and leave them to rot in a room. So when your family dies in a hospital, I expect you to not go to their funeral or shed tears for them, since you're too f*cking inconsiderate to care!!" At this point I run out of the room, onto the road screaming, "NOOOOOOOOOOO" while a giant truck squashes me flat and I get to join Nan and WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

So this blog entry is a little shrine for Nan. A little Nan shrine. Hehe. This one's for her! Let her soul Rest in Peace, and her wrath let onto the doctors!!

# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 3:59 PM