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Apologies for the morbid nature of this post - it doesn't
reflect
my current state of mind, but it's something I've been
pondering.
There are people who want to able to die rather than live on
in pain or in an incapacitated state. This should be easy to
arrange, but all sorts of hangups
(in the minds of fit, healthy
people) prevent it from being the case. In some cases,
treatment can be withdrawn to allow death, but this often
amounts to killing the person slowly through starvation or
thirst.
MaxCo. (Assisted Suicide and Landscape Gardening Division)
is
therefore proud to introduce its Time-2-Go! implantable
device. The T2G! is a small, battery-operated device which
can simply inject a hefty and fatal dose of morphine into an
artery. The device is implanted with minor surgery,
preferably while the patient is alive and mentally
competent.
Once implanted, the device will activate unless, every 24
hours, it receives a radio signal from a small transmitter.
Activating the transmitter each day requires a conscious
effort
and intervention by either the suicidee or someone else.
Should the suicidee decide it is time to shuffle off their
mortal
coil (or should their carer decide for them, on the basis of a
living will), all that is required is inaction for a day. Since
there is no active intervention to bring about death, this
should raise fewer legal and moral objections than the
direct
administration of a lethal dose of eternity.
Dylan Thomas
https://poets.org/p...o-gentle-good-night
[theircompetitor, Feb 26 2020]
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category choice must have been difficult. |
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99.99% of people have the ability to handle such questions themselves. Why they insist on having a centralized medical or state apparatus relieve them of their responsibility, other than being hierarchy-loving Saxons, gives one a clue how little those same people want to accomplish same. |
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So if you travel outside transmitter range or to an area with no 4G coverage or regularly work in a secure RF-shielded environment, you die? |
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There is a very good reason news sources have a policy against reporting such methods. |
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[4and20] This is for people who are incapacitated, mentally or
physically. |
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//high risk of accidental activation// Yes, that's true. |
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//if you travel outside transmitter range// The transmitter
would be kept with (or by) the patient. |
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It is a grave mistake to make deadly policy out of the wishes of 5 people (or maybe just their relatives who are speaking "for" them). No one ever accused the Belgians of being geniuses, but they and the Dutch are offing 10% or more of those who have died, through state combines. One psychiatrist was rightfully taken to court for making it easy for people with depression to just off themselves. No one has the right to make their own deadly choice suddenly my policy when doctors or state administrators get lazy. |
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No Max! Don't even think about that, especially
now that I've begun growing an extra set of fingers
for your chemo date. |
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I'm not, don't worry. It came up as a topic of discussion
outside the HB, and I thought it was an interesting problem. I
shall be going down fighting, if at all. |
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Society demands that individuals take responsibility for
themselves, their decisions, actions and all their worldly
affairs, so why does it suddenly balk at the final one? Makes
no sense. |
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This could be an app, which upon not being used for 24
hours would uninstall itself. |
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Yes I was thinking of a mechanical switch as well, since the radio transmitter just seems a little too unreliable for my taste. |
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I would stand and applaud this idea if I wasn't so lazy today. |
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I am a huge fan of freedom to let go of a life that is no
longer worth living and is lacking those qualities that
previously made that person's life valuable and satisfying. |
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Dr. assisted is fine, if you fit all the parameters that society
has put up for THEM to decide if indeed it's time to allow
the person to go. State by state here it differs, and my
belief is that at the very least all beings should be allowed
the human dignity and acceptance of one's own timeline to
travel to the next dimension, whatever that looks like for
that person, the one who has lived in the conditions of that
particular life. NOT an outsider, relative, or paid employee
of the individual, (like a medical professional). |
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"Befriend death", as Tara Brach would say because at some
point we must all trust ourselves enough to know when the
time is right, and then treat the transition more as a
ceremonious time, not as something scary or dreadful, or a
stage that one can avoid. |
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This is simply one woman's opinion but is most decidedly
the one that I intend to follow. |
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I Will go gently into that dark night, for it is the way I have
tried to live my life. I have tried, (failing many times,
however), to cultivate and nourish a life and belief system
and philosophy that supports kindness as a religion, (like
the Dali Lama), and that includes a compassionate ending
for myself. One that follows one simple and final act of
surrender; surrendering to a Universe that has directed the
flow of my life all along. |
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There are entire books written about how the era of "choice" is about false choices, like, for example, the choice to pay for your own medical care, but only if you can afford it, which, for many people, automatically means the "choice" to die. |
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I am also no longer surprised when engineering types take a callous attitude towards death. Likewise, I would take great care in entrusting my life to British doctors. While they may have been trained to the gills, they are just as apt to be coldly calculating in marshalling their efforts. |
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We will pay to test this on [xen]. |
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We will pay for all the R&D and the installation, and when the system develops an entirely unanticipated malfunction (possibly due to a frequency overlap with garage door opener systems) we will post the video online to prove that it was entirely accidental. |
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A week instead of 24 hours and I'm on board. |
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// We will pay to test this on [xen] // |
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You two (three?) wouldn't, by some wild chance, happen to
be married to one another? |
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// every 24 hours, it receives a radio signal from a small transmitter //
// all that is required is inaction for a day // |
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So, a bit like diabetes and sugar levels going awry, but with more euphoria
at the end? |
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// A week instead of 24 hours and I'm on board. // |
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Human lifespan being approximately 12 galactic seconds, I'd would go
for something longer, like 1 galactic second. Had an internet friend, who
planned suicide for 20 years. Having graduated with a degree in
psychiatry, she decided to take away her life with 5000 mg of
amitriptyline, evenly distributed in 30 minutes, after taking some
alcohol... It worked. |
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According to someone who actually has survived a 3500mg oral dose of
amitriptyline (reportedly, due to the significant other acting within an
hour of taking, and having a weight of 100kg), -- "I felt
NOTHING. I fell asleep. Woke up a week later after being out of an
induced coma." |
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//We will pay to test this on [xen]// Pay me first!
The email address is on my hb page. |
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Will you accept some form of escrow ? |
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Cash only. I can send a friend to collect it. |
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No problem. What imaginary currency shoud your imaginary friend be paid in ? |
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Why not come yourself, in person ? We will make you a nice cup of Fair Trade herbal tea, and bake some chocolate chip cookies to a Vegan recipe we have. |
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Ah, no, sorry, a Vulcan recipe. But they're very nice cookies... |
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Since we're being morbid I'll share my experiences
with
this stuff for whatever it's worth, sometimes
talking
doesn't necessarily need a purpose. I think it's ok
to look
at death even as you're fighting it. It's in no way
some
kind of acceptance that something's inevitable. It's
just
certainly on one's mind and it doesn't necessarily
need to
be a verboten subject. |
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I've mentioned in the past that my best friend of
39 years
passed do to cancer and our last conversation was
very
dignified. There were jokes, there was laughter,
there
were no teary goodbyes because "That's for
pussies." (This
was our approach, not applicable to anybody else
but us.) |
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I haven't mentioned that my first wife had a much
different departure. We divorced very young but
remained friends through our crazy life
adventures. She
had said I was foolish to be pursuing a particular
life goal
then saw me on TV several years later and sent me
a
telegram saying "I was wrong, I should have known.
Congratulations, I'm very proud of you!" This
rekindled
our friendship for the remaining years. |
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She was very
successful and married an even more successful
businessman who was at the forefront of the
personal
computer revolution. They weren't billionaires but
they
were a few notches above just well off. She had
offered
at one point to fly me and my family anywhere in
the
world we wanted to go in her private jet except
Europe
(some kind of landing tax they charge that's stupid
expensive) I thanked her politely but said I'm
pretty sure
my current wife doesn't want to fly anywhere on
my ex
wife's private jet. (I was quite correct by the way.
Should
have seen the look on my wife's face. Like "If you
said
yes, don't bother flying back.") My ex also told me
about
the time her husband was very excited about
selling the
old private jet and getting the one he had always
wanted.
I said "Keep in mind it's an alien concept to me to
be
getting rid of an old junky private jet to be getting
a real
nice one." She laughed and addressed the elephant
in the
room, the disparity of wealth. She said "I'm very
lucky to
have what I do, but you don't celebrate a fancy car
or a
big house every day any more than you celebrate
your
regular car or house. What makes my life special
every
day is that when I go to work at my company, (she
owned
a land development firm) everybody who works for
me is
smarter than I am and I learn something new every
day."
That always stuck with me and I've always strove
to the
the dumbest person in the room which is why I
enjoy
chatting with Max and many of the other people
here.
Anyway, she was very well off but that doesn't
mean you
can't get cancer like everybody else. |
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When she was going in for her last ditch effort
treatment
she sent an email out to all her loved ones
describing the
odds of this final treatment being effective, the
pros and
cons etc. We didn't hear from her for a couple of
weeks
then we got the email simply titled "What an eagle
sees
when it flies." Attached to the email were
beautiful
pictures of majestic valleys, beautiful oceans
scenes,
mountains, etc all take from about 2,000 to 10,000
feet.
Nothing else was said, nothing was needed to be
said. I
thought that was a very beautiful way to let us all
know and say goodbye. |
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She kept my last name by the way. Max, if you do a
Google search using that name that I shared
exclusively
with you, and put the word "park" after it, you'll
see
the
largest park in a certain state named after her
because
she donated the land for it. You can also read the
story of
this amazing person and dear friend of mine. |
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Anyway, that's my story of dealing with this stuff,
but enough
of this morbid shit. Go out and beat the hell out of
this
Max. Fight like the warrior you are brother. |
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I love her method of passing on the news of her passing. It
almost sounds like something a Native American might have
said, in drawings, or something, to describe their passage. |
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Meaningful, moving and minimalist. Can't beat it. She must
have been amazingly grounded. |
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You would have liked her. |
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Hey, [doc], good people should not have to leave the party
early - my condolences. And yes, I'll be fighting every inch -
but it would be comforting the know that if it all goes Tango
University, I can fall on my own sword rather than being taken
by the enemy. |
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A lot of people who signed up for Dignitas (or who had other
similar plans in place) said they enjoyed their remaining life
all the more, knowing that the end would be under their
control. |
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Whatever you do Max, you’ll do it the way you’ve
lived your life, with grace, honor and dignity. |
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Excuse me, I’m in public and I probably shouldn’t
be reading this stuff. Allergies are killing me. |
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//honor and dignity// Hey, get back here! Nobody accuses
me of dignity! |
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Lol. Absolutely god damned right, what was I
thinking? All this boo hoo shit? That’s for sissies.
Let me rephrase that. |
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Whatever you do, you’ll handle it like a man. |
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I've never handled a man, [doc]. Never. |
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LOL! Dammit Max this is serious! |
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Maybe a "hold my breath until I turn blue" switch? |
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I mean, every kid's dream. |
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// .. hypercapnia is not a pleasant way to go .. // |
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Research is full of conclusions drawn from studies of buttons
people like to push. |
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So, anoxia (as opposed to hypercapnia) was not unpleasant at
all? |
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No. It's one of the reasons that inert atmospheres such as nitrogen are extremely dangerous; unlike hypercapnia, the victim has no alarming sensations, just a growing sensation of overwhelming tiredness. Unconsciousness follows almost immediately, death soon after. |
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Inerting of enclosed volumes, such as oil tanks, for safety (against fire r explosion) is commonplace, but also makes them dangerous working environments. SCBA or an air line are used, but the main precaution is a harness and line run to a safety team outside the space; then the worker can be rapidly extricated without endangering anyone else. |
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" not my bone.
— po, Feb 26 2020 " |
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I saw that one - from the new genre of mystery porn ... |
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Fear not - I'm in good spirits and plan on sticking around. But
knowing there are emergency exits makes the flight more
relaxing. |
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Is not the ultimate version of this idea the Suicide
Vending Machine? Simply insert £1 and the machine
will shoot you. |
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//Consider skydiving.// Ahhh, many years ago. Was never
suicidal, though. The closest I got was when it started
snowing as I was on the way down, and I was hypnotised by
the sight of snow hurtling upwards toward me, to the point
where I almost forgot that the ground was doing much the
same. |
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Flying into snow at moderate altitude can have the same effect ... after prolonged fascination induced by turning the landing lights on and watching the "warp stars" streak past, and you've done all the stuff about saying "ENGAGE !" and "Jump to hyperspace, Chewie ! " there's this sudden realization that someone is yelling your callsign over the R/T, it sounds like a very pissed off version of the nice ATC person you were chatting to a few minutes previous, and you have no idea of the height, course or speed you're on or should be on .... |
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//almost dying and really dying is a large matter/ |
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Died on the operating table is a misnomer because it is, in fact, an event horizon. Getting close isn't crossing the threshold. Even if the doctors couldn't bring the person back and later the patient wakes up to a higher energy state, the patient didn't die. Hence the word dead. |
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//.. Not being able to breath - ... - pure panic. ..// |
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I had the experience once of an accidental paralysis of
respiration. It was odd. I had none of the 'normal' fight or
flight responses. Just a very uncomfortable feeling like I
had to do something, fast. I stood there with my mouth
open for an indeterminate time ~10-15 seconds trying to
speak and holding on to the container of the offending
substance before 'a switch flipped' and air entered. That
was strange! |
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What was the offending substance? |
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//the patient wakes up to a higher energy state// Hey, if I
wake up and I'm on fire, I'd rather just not wake up, thanks. |
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Surely to simplify euthanasia we need to also
simplify the spelling. Maybe we could change the
name to "21 Boys." |
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