The plug has been pulled. I’ve written about this machine several times over the years. It’s been ill, gravely ill, near death and miraculously revived more times than I can remember. Until this last time, hold ‘em trumped fold ‘em. But the machine and I were both worn out. This faithful workhorse reminded me that we’d agreed the next time it coded, the DNR was to be honored. I know- that’s some sketchy personification. I can’t say the burial was green, but at least the machine is not going to be poked and prodded any longer. R.I.P.
As the Count says in A Gentleman in Moscow, “If patience wasn’t so easily tested, then it would hardly be a virtue. . . ”. We all have our limits. Mine has been reached.