Re: Lonely Deaths
Apparently I went to bed one night with a chesty cough and shortness of breath. I thought I had a heavy cold. In the morning he who must obey couldn't wake me at all.
I don't remember a single thing about the paramedics in the bedroom examining me, being taken downstairs and outside to the ambulance, the 18 mile blue light journey to Shrewsbury hospital, I just remember coming round with an oxygen mask on in the accident and emergency department. (turned out I had Pneumonia and Pulminory Embolisms) my oxygen level had gone through the floor whilst sleeping, rendering me unconscious.
He who must obey still insists on calling me a drama queen!!
Since that day I have often thought that when my time comes that is how I would wish to go. No pain, just go to sleep, not feel a thing, just leave peacefully.