Got into a bit of a snit with someone today over some singer guy who offed himself after getting paralyzed while drinking and driving at 18 years old. He made it to his 40’s, all the while dwelling on his dark mood in the lyrics of his songs.
Despair finally had it’s way, as he also needed some kidney work done and didn’t see the whole thing through.
I guess I’m still a little raw about just about anything medical… I let him have it right off the bat… (not unfairly, mind you) but I really need to temper that whole thing back if I’m going to move on at all…