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	<title>Comments on: My First Endoscopy</title>
	<link>http://www.individualsovereigntist.com/2008/02/05/my-first-endoscopy/</link>
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	<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 05:32:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: dave walker</title>
		<link>http://www.individualsovereigntist.com/2008/02/05/my-first-endoscopy/#comment-507</link>
		<dc:creator>dave walker</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 00:24:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don't view the prospect of death with any great relish really. It's not the   
  feeling of being dead that worries me. That must be somewhat similar to the 
  previous 14.6 billion years since the Big Bang, for most of which, at least until 
  my present incarnation I've felt nothing. No, the worrying bit is in the 
  anticipation of the actual experience of dying. Will it be nasty, unpleasant,   
  unwelcome or otherwise inconvenient and disruptive of my life- the life that is
  to the best of my awareness, the only one I've ever known. 

  The ideal demise would be to peg out at the age of ninety eight and a half 
  whilst doing something you enjoy, which in my case might be scoffing a cheese 
  and onion sandwich, riding my bike or listening to Van Morrison singing "Days 
  Like These", whilst also eating a cheese and onion sandwich and riding my 
  bike. I'm actually being a bit fanciful here cos I don't usually do these three 
  things together. But neither of my parents bought the farm in quite such a 
  satisfactory way, so I don't suppose I will. 

  My hope is that if I ever wind up in a hospital bed, unable to get up and visit 
  the toilet and being viewed with contemptuous disgust by a succession of 
  supercilious nurses, there will be a pre arranged relative present armed with a 
  two pound hammer to humanely do the deed and send me on the journey to 
  the next great adventure of life. Namely, becoming wormfood and passing into 
  an eternity of non existence.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t view the prospect of death with any great relish really. It&#8217;s not the<br />
  feeling of being dead that worries me. That must be somewhat similar to the<br />
  previous 14.6 billion years since the Big Bang, for most of which, at least until<br />
  my present incarnation I&#8217;ve felt nothing. No, the worrying bit is in the<br />
  anticipation of the actual experience of dying. Will it be nasty, unpleasant,<br />
  unwelcome or otherwise inconvenient and disruptive of my life- the life that is<br />
  to the best of my awareness, the only one I&#8217;ve ever known. </p>
<p>  The ideal demise would be to peg out at the age of ninety eight and a half<br />
  whilst doing something you enjoy, which in my case might be scoffing a cheese<br />
  and onion sandwich, riding my bike or listening to Van Morrison singing &#8220;Days<br />
  Like These&#8221;, whilst also eating a cheese and onion sandwich and riding my<br />
  bike. I&#8217;m actually being a bit fanciful here cos I don&#8217;t usually do these three<br />
  things together. But neither of my parents bought the farm in quite such a<br />
  satisfactory way, so I don&#8217;t suppose I will. </p>
<p>  My hope is that if I ever wind up in a hospital bed, unable to get up and visit<br />
  the toilet and being viewed with contemptuous disgust by a succession of<br />
  supercilious nurses, there will be a pre arranged relative present armed with a<br />
  two pound hammer to humanely do the deed and send me on the journey to<br />
  the next great adventure of life. Namely, becoming wormfood and passing into<br />
  an eternity of non existence.</p>
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		<title>By: John Scott</title>
		<link>http://www.individualsovereigntist.com/2008/02/05/my-first-endoscopy/#comment-495</link>
		<dc:creator>John Scott</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 03:51:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can't figure the weight loss out, could just be a lifestyle thing. I can't complain, though. Love not having to worry about what I eat.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can&#8217;t figure the weight loss out, could just be a lifestyle thing. I can&#8217;t complain, though. Love not having to worry about what I eat.</p>
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		<title>By: cldnails</title>
		<link>http://www.individualsovereigntist.com/2008/02/05/my-first-endoscopy/#comment-494</link>
		<dc:creator>cldnails</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 15:07:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Good news John!

Also, I've been down that road a few times myself and the idea of being injected with a nuclear isotope always made me a lil weary. So what, did you have a increase in metabolism at the ripe old age of...?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Good news John!</p>
<p>Also, I&#8217;ve been down that road a few times myself and the idea of being injected with a nuclear isotope always made me a lil weary. So what, did you have a increase in metabolism at the ripe old age of&#8230;?</p>
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