That high blood pressure which silently kills. The forbidden foods that are required to live. Those medicines which change the trajectory of levels. Do not quite. Those days when it will not come down to normal. Those consequences we alone suffer because death is the destination. Days accumulate and when the count is up that failure of free meds just aren't enough. Not enough to ally what is coming. Allowing panic is what I have become good at...the only thing now...sin e I have no purpose...since life is traveling at the speed of sound as trips to northern space and millions in bit coin and recycling empires are yet to become and still all that is left for me is to listen for the signs that will end me.