Husband came home from the latest round of medical tests with two sheets of paper.
“Would you read these and make sense of them for me? I can’t concentrate on them right now.”
“What are they?”
“They are Medical Power of Attorneys.”
I’ve hit that stage of life. The forms seem simple enough. If I am incapacitated and can’t make any decisions about my living organism, then someone else gets to decide my fate. Given the recent mess our health care is in, I guess it is prudent. Except:
“Mr. Nolte, we would like to discuss with you your wife’s condition.”
“Pull the plug.”
Mr. Nolte, there isn’t any plug. We wanted to let you know what’s going on…”
“God. Please! Do it now! Pull the plug!”
“But sir, we are just cleaning her teeth. We wanted to speak with you about her further appoint…”
“Did you not hear me?? Pull the plug now, for pity sakes. Don’t let her suffer anymore than she has too.”
“But sir, it’s just a teeth cleaning.”
“I don’t care! Pull the plug! Do it now!”
I think these forms are going in the shredder.