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The Inevitable, on September 27th, 2024

Mohammed Anys Noman

November 10, 2024

1 minute

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Hello (again, if applicable) dear Reader, and welcome! There have been no highly anticipated updates received from the UK today again, I'm afraid, though I keep holding my breath and checking, time and again, both disappointed and relieved to find no news as of yet. I refuse to give up hope and continue to pray for my friend.

Casting my nets into cyber-waves, I started working on a Patreon channel today and will post Freedom Turtle in all his precious splendor, yes, but I also plan to speak freely about current affairs, including but not limited to politics, which I don't dare try and do on YouTube, given their Marxist restrictions on speech.

😡 That's right - I said it.

So, the title of this blog entry "The Inevitable" is because of this:
I am going to have to give up perfume, at least temporarily (though even that might be just my hoping against hope). There are so many things which lead to this undeniable conclusion; here are two that are good enough to suffice on their own though:

1. At 53 years old, my breathing now scares my husband who recently told me that I'm now at the same apparent stage of (asthma) illness as his late niece, Annie (who died at 30 years old while walking to her car to retrieve a rescue inhaler).
So there's his testimony about this.

2. Add to that that over the last several years, my medications have been changed and/or increased, etc. I now have to (use a nebulizer for) albuterol breathing treatments here at home, several times a day, every day and night, and continue to cough and struggle to breathe regardless, not to mention hospital visits for emergency care; earlier this year, I went through three or four consecutive blast-tapering dosed oral Prednisone therapy.

Honestly, I love perfume to death, but maybe not quite literally after all. It's not Death itself that bothers me so much, but struggling to breathe and being so ill every day, ad nauseam, and with it only seeming to get worse and never better, now that very much IS getting old. So, Death = no sweat; but daily miserable suffering? Yeah but NO.
No more, not if I can make simple life changes in the pursuit of relief; I'm set to see my primary-care doctor on October 2nd but, let's face it, there's no need to wait for her to tell me to stop when I already know that it's urgently required.

I will probably keep a handful of my very favorites, to be worn occasionally, no longer daily unfortunately but I'm willing to work with the lemons of Life and try to squeeze out something sweet.

It IS kind of exciting to think about paring down to ten-ish? well, LESS, than what I've amassed to this point; I'd never live long enough to wear it all anyway. Alas, the time is growing short! But I will not go softly into that good night. ✌

Oh, dearest Sam, where are you? 😞