Today was a busy day.
Had a dental appointment first thing.
And as my dentist is just doors down from my physician I booked two appointments.
The first appointment is for my prescription refil.
I get 90 days of pills at a time. So I always try to book an appoinment a couple of weeks before my meds run out.
Trust me. You do not want to run out of and stop your SSRI meds abruptly.
The second appointment is for my application for Medical Assistance in Dying.
The one thing that I did glean from the lunch seminar with Dying with Dignity is that M.A.i.D. assessors are expecting a spike in applications when M.A.i.D. is legalized for Mental Illness.
At the same time these M.A.i.D. assessors are expecting that the vast majority of requests for M.A.i.D. for Mental Illness will not be approved.
As much as I am worried about my application for M.A.i.D. not being approved, I think that I still stand a very good chance of having my request approved due to the very unique nature of my mental health issue.
I also had the chance to meet face to face with a former co-worker from our days at a bowling centre in Surrey.
I don’t think we’d seen each other face to face since back then.
We kept in touch on Facebook for a while, but then I nuked my Facebook account. She discovered a posting of mine on Instagram after I opened an Instagram account as required to get a Threads account.
It was a nice little lunch.
We talked about her new job in the probation office.
We talked about my job at the hospital.
We talked a bit about the past.
And then she asked about M.A.i.D.
So we talked a bit about M.A.i.D.
She had some good questions.
Hopefully I had some good answers.
After lunch was up I walked her back to the court house where her office is located.
I don’t think she had ever seen my blog before I opened an Instagram account, and I know for sure that she hadn’t seen anything about my plans for M.A.i.D. before my instagram account as I had never really talked about my desire for death until after I nuked my Facebook account a few years ago.
She wasn’t shocked by my desire. Especially after having read some of my blog.
And she was of the opinion that a decision like this is a personal choice and that no one has the right to question someone’s personal choice like this.
And this is what I like.
Listening to the media you’d swear that only 1 in 1,000,000 Canadians support Medical Assistance in Dying for Mental Illness.
But I think that the reality is that most level headed Canadians view M.A.i.D. for Mental Illness as solely a personal choice.
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