So far, I'm still here.

I can't get too wordy when writing one fingered while lying, half prone in ICU, wired up like a computer server, so bear with me.

Recently, I have, rather sarcastically, considered another answer to my problems, should they turn very bad. I call it the THUNDERBOLT SOLUTION. The basic premise of such is that if things become dire, rather than melting in a hospice bed, I would be quickly struck down by a stroke, a school bus, maybe even (shudder) a heart attack. Doesn't it figure that after all my efforts to slow, stop or reverse ALS, I have a heart attack, a premature one, a failure as a courier of the Thunderbolt Solution (I'm glad about that), proving to me once again that whatever doesn't kill you makes your life miserable.

I will expand on this strange brew of occurrences soon, so don't worry about me, I have too much to say to croak this early in the game.