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I am a Thousand Years Young

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wolverine_%28film%29

Source: Wikimedia Licensed for reuse. Click pic for page.

 

There was another post on another blog recently dealing with what happens if humans live to be 1000.  I didn’t read it, just saw the title, but still it’s worth thinking about.  This article talks about longevity.  It’s short.  I will talk afterwards.

http://moneymorning.com/ext/articles/longevity/billionaires-buying-immortality.php?iris=353191&ad=too-far-sym

There’s still a few questions that would have to be answered if this became possible, and it looks like it may.

1) Four shots a year at what price?

I mean I doubt we are talking $100 a pop, and will insurance cover it at all?

2)  Side effects?

What if you could live forever, but your intelligence would drop, say 5%, every year?  Horrible deal.

What if you could live forever, but emotions changed?  I read a comic book years ago (many years ago) about the dangers of immortality.  The biggest one was that, if you can’t die and your family can’t die, you may well stop worrying about them as much.  Now, in the comic, it was true immortality; you could not be harmed.  There was never any reason to worry, so you would simply stop caring.  But, even if you simply got older and could still die, would you change how you feel?  Could you really stay married to one person for hundreds and thousands of years?  More, divorce would certainly have to change.  You couldn’t start living without enough for your “shots” every year.  That would amount to a death sentence.

3)  Population Growth?

We are currently filling up this old world pretty quickly.  Short of being able to move to another planet or start an entirely new civilization underground, we are running out of room, food, and clean water and air.  What happens when people stop dying as well?

4) Live forever, but changing? 

As with my title pic of Hugh Jackman, Wolverine, he doesn’t really even know how old he is because his body repairs itself constantly.  What if these shots fix our cells back 25 years or so, but if we have lost a leg or an arm, we don’t get those back?  What if spinal damage isn’t part of the fix?  If you have to live as a cripple forever, do you want to?  And, if you decide you don’t want to, what can you do about it?  Suicide is, currently, illegal, and you lose all insurance rights in most states.

I am certain there are more thoughts on this.  What are your questions?  How do you feel about it?  Do you think it will even happen?

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Namaste,

Scott

Just a Spoonful of Sugar…(don’t look at me; I’m diabetic)

Yeah, funny…maybe not quite that funny!

I picked Mom up this morning and we both braved the bitter cold to head to the hospital and get Dad.  He was supposed to be discharged today (and was).  He has been told now that he has a bit of congestive heart failure and a bit of renal failure.  Armed with that information, new meds, and a good amount of faith, we all went home.  I took them to their home, helped Dad get his medicines squared away, made a couple of calls for him, and went home to relax.

After relaxing for a couple of hours my best friend and I went out to eat.  We had a good time and I unwound.  I came home and entered a Facebook Fantasy NCAA bracket contest.  I am utterly horrible at these, but it was free and easy to fill out.

Now, I sit here, filling out this post and realizing I am too flippin’ tired to do it.  I had good intentions several hours ago, but the steam has fizzled.  I will attempt to gain just a little of the zeal back by saying that today showed me a lot of what I have going for myself.

In the hospital, I notice how sad most people are.  It’s to be expected, of course, but still…

Now staff is all serious, but the nurses try to step out of that mold sometimes, and do manage it.  I, for one, am glad to see the giggles and the smiles from some of them.  If our attitude is supposed to be a big part of our health, I think it would be better for all concerned if doctors, surgeons, and such would develop a better sense of humor.  If I had to go to a hospital I would much rather it be one in which laughing could be heard at different times and places throughout.

Dad is home and resting.  He is very tired and has a lot to think about.  I would like to thank you all for your prayers and thoughts, and concerns throughout all this ordeal.  I know it is not over yet, probably only begun, but it is nice to know I have some supports to lean on.

Namaste,

Scott

To Sleep, Perchance, to Talk

Okay, know that I am so very tired tonight that I can’t really even tell you a whole lot about being so tired. I am not sleeping well and the new schedule this has created is not working for me at all. I go to the doctor on Monday and we are going to “discuss” this situation.

The medication I am now taking to help me sleep more than two hours at a time is no longer doing much of anything. I can’t go off it because it does something, but not nearly enough. I have tried Melatonin and that didn’t work. My son has made a couple of suggestions that I will speak to the doctor about.

The doctor has told me before that the next medicine step up is tranquilizers and I don’t want to feel like that. However, I will say that the way I feel now is not a whole lot better.

Anyway, so instead of a standard post I am going to tell you a story which I hope you will find funny.  Last night I was awake, so I was playing Wizard101, an online game I have posted about some time ago (I looked and couldn’t concentrate enough to find the old post to link to, sorry).  It works hard to be a safe chat environment, so you can’t just say anything.

I have several friends on there who I met during the course of the game.  I have one friend who I met elsewhere online and we email and play the game.  Her character is a much lower level than mine, so we can’t really play together, but we can chat when both in the game at the same time.  Anyway, I will call her J and me S.  The conversation below is approximate.  I don’t have a listing of it; however, the idea should come across.J: Hi!

S: Hi!  How are you?

J: Fine.

S: Aren’t you up awfully late?

J: Yeah!

S: I miss talking to you.

J: You sound depressed.  What’s wrong?

S: I am just very tired.  Not sleeping well at all.

J:  What time is it where you are?  It’s only 9 or 10 here.

S: What?  It’s 1 here.  We are on the same time zone.  You are in A and I am in B.

J: S, I am in C.

S: Oh?  Oh!  Same name different J.  I am sorry.  I thought you were someone else.

J:  No problems.  lol

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The online names are created by putting three names together from 3 different lists.  For example, I am Scot Fairydreamer.  The lists are long, but not unlimited.  What I am wondering now is that, since I have two people with, apparently, the same names and both are friends and they are about the same level in the game, how do I know who I am talking to without a lot of who? and where? and such?

Lol it gets funnier each time I think about it, but also a lot more tiring.  I did tell the correct J, who happened to email me after the fact, about the story, and she still thinks it’s funny.  I hope you get to laugh, too.

By the way, in closing, I wanted to let you know that one of my poems was reblogged today!  I consider that a bit of an honor.  You can check out that person here —-> link <—–

Have a great day/night…I am going to sleep very soon.

Namaste,

Scott

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