Hele... Jako jo, i když ne, nevím.

Ať obecně církve považuji spíš za zlo (a ano, může za to zj. katolická), dělají pár záslužných věcí, třeba hospicy.

Spousta lidí tu víru, pro mě berličku, potřebuji. A buď jí budou církve, nebo nějací jiní, mnohdy nebezpečnější, šarlatáni.

Sedm let tráva neroste? Hmm... kostely jako jedno z center komunitního života v obcích, Charita jako jeden z největších poskytovatelů sociální péče, hospicy... jen jestli by stát bez aktivit církve (jako společenství, to je trochu rozdíl než instituce) by stát měl dost problém fungovat.

Midnight #HoSpicy contemplation (ok, make it a 3:45 contemplation)? I'm essentially a turtle once I hit the bed. Is it ethical to wake my husband if I drop my kindle? No, you're right. But, breath mask issues do happen... And a side quest might be offered...and while you're up..(don't even think..)

Today’s experience with being #HoSpicy - shower day today. Thank Rocky Horror cabaret for getting rid of my body modesty. Nothing like changing outfits with 15 other people in a fire escape hallway to teach you that we all have bits. Still embarrassing having someone else wash your butt though.

The hits keep coming here at LaRaeDo. Ron and Roger came in at the end of a wild dog pack attack on our goats - we lost almost half of our nannies, and our billy was chewed up some, but we think he'll survive.

I swear, Death - you have my attention. Stop flaunting. #hospicy

Bad skin day today. Random itching popping up, making me go after it with implements from nails to a vegetable zester (Don't you judge! My kitchen, my rules!) Then there's the freaking shaking. You know those 80s romcoms? Turns out having some one feed you? Kinda more propcom. Messy #HoSpicy

With catheter maintenance, as with so much in life, decisions made by prudent, rational, desperate for my nurse to think I'm a good patient me at 2 pm are being bitterly regretted by stressed out raging pain beast me at 2 am. #HoSpicy

Made it through my first big milestone this year. Next comes Mom’s birthday mid-February. So… month and a half - I can make it another 45 days. #HoSpicy

Toby has fallen in love with my nurse, Lance. When Lance is giving me instructions or checking my vitals, Tones will climb up on my side, tuck in to the hollow of my waist, and pay attention like a consult. I swear, he even nods like an eminence gris... #HoSpicy

#HoSpicy thought for the day: I stayed up too long yesterday - my body and mind would not shut down last night, and today it feels like my body has been scrubbed with steel wool. On the plus side, I'm starting the New Year squeaky clean.

Can you believe it’s 2025? And I’m still here?!? Anyway… from Roger, the doxies, the goats, the cattle, Mom, me… the whole ranch of us at LaRaeDo - May you continue warm, fed, happy, and loved. #HoSpicy

That’s right. I’m on hospice. I’m neurospicy. #HoSpicy How could it go wrong? (Those of you in English 201? That’s foreshadowing. Go ahead. Look it up. We’ll wait here.) (ok, maybe not too long. I’m saying, grab a snack, not a four course meal).

Ok. I’ve had a few avatars/personas over the year - there was Decadent Sundae, my gaming ID. June Cleavage was my dating app before there were dating apps self. Then came Career Barbie, then Cancer Girl, then Fairly Goatmother. For my last stretch… (I’ve done a quick search, it seems safe) #HoSpicy

I just saw a post where Jimmy Carter oulived one of his obituary writers (the canned obit everyone has ready for famous deaths.) Man, Jimmy just keeps raising the bar for fellow hospicers (Hospicy Individuals? Death adjacent dudes and dudettes? Deadpoolers? Just what should I refer to myself as?)