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If I were told I had 300 minutes left to live, what would I do with them? Why, I’d get a second opinion, of course. I’ve never been one to believe anything I’m told without question. You’ve all heard the one about the doctor who gave a man six months to live. When the guy couldn’t pay his medical bills, the doctor gave him another six months.
Indeed, my own father was once diagnosed with two hernias, costing €1,500 each to repair and requiring a three-night stay in hospital. I consulted another doctor, who declared him to have only one hernia, that could be dealt with in two hours as an outpatient.
It is one of my finest character traits that I am thorough. I do the job properly with no half-measures.
I would have no difficulty listing 299 other positive things about myself, but brevity being the soul of wit, I shall restrict myself to two — these being, in order of importance.
Number one: I’m a great listener. Everyone tells me that. It helps that I suffer from tinnitus and can’t hear a word you’re saying, while my excellent skills at reading body language allow me to “ooh” and “aah” in all the correct places.
Number two: I am a strong believer in diversity, equity, and inclusion. I have no biases. Except for my few friends, my battalions of readers, and my beloved family, I hate everyone equally.
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Speaking of my esteemed family, you can sometimes have too much of a good thing. Right? I would positively delight in a job that took me away from them for 300 days a year. I suspect I could appreciate them far more from a distance. When I was a child, I used to stay with my well-to-do aunt every weekend. That amounted to 104 days a year away from my family, and I relished every single one of them. When I had a travel business I was sometimes away for work and nothing gave me greater pleasure than packing my bag, bidding my beau adieu and without a backward glance,. departing for some well-earned respite.
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Posted in response to Galenkp's Weekend experiences asking 'You have 300 minutes to live.what do you do with your last 300 minutes of life and why?/ Could you think of and list 300 positive things about yourself? How about 3? What are they and why?
and ' Would you do a job that takes you away from home and from your family for 300 days a year? '
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If I was told this I wouldn't waste it going to the docs for a second opinion. I'd just go to the beach, text a few beloveds something nice, hang out and enjoy the view and if I was still alive in 300 minutes, get on with life. Oh and I'd probably finally delete all the shite I've written on Hive so it's not easy for said beloveds to read one side of the last seven years 😂😂😂
Good point! You're right. Fuck it all. Just let's head for the beach.
Or anywhere nice... Couldn't think of much worse than two doctors. 300 minutes, seriously, just have a cup of tea and watch clouds or something. If you haven't created meaning or told your loved ones they tock by now it's probably too late.
My marriage might have lasted if only my husband had had a job that took him away for 300 days a year. I like to be home. Alone. Getting a second opinion would take too much of the remaining time. I'd go for a long walk on a riverbank, and hope the prognosis was wrong. Say hi to Robbie Retard from me!
😆 I feel exactly the same way. It's no wonder we get on so well.
The world would decay into chaos if it was known that you'd only have 300 minutes to live. 5h of mayhem, and then everything would be over. For everyone. No hope. Just doom.
I suspect that's the way it will all end. But not until 2040.
Awesome, so I'll still have 4 years to travel after Lily turns 18 and moves out.
Waste your time with another doctor ???
I figure, that scenario wouldn't be medical. It would likely be some kind of catastrophe--a planet is barrelling toward earth sort of thing. Or maybe, the war (there's always a war somewhere) has led to a nuclear confrontation and the bomb is coming.
Am I the only one who has thought this scenario through already?😄 What would I do? I'd try to contact my family and be with them. That's all.
Never believe the doctor. At least not the first time. I've walked out of at least one hospital and told the doctor, "Never mind". My husband has done it twice. Walking out against medical advice gets to be addictive.
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You're right, of course. What was I thinking? Given the clean-living candidate for sainthood that I am, a nuclear catastrophe is far more likely than me being diagnosed with imminent death.
#hive #posh