76 thoughts on “Question of the Day – No. 200”

  7. Six minutes!!!!?

    My haematologist has accused me of “overthinking”, but this beats all.

    I know my days are numbered, the minutes tell me to enjoy and give thanks. Thus they are filled.

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  9. Rob the bank next door to my doctor’s and text my family where they can find the money (a trash can on the way) while i’d sit on a bridge above the river so when my heart would stop i’d go swimming with the fishies

    In a small city everything is in one place (doctors, banks, shops)

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  11. I wouldn’t worry about paying the bill or making my next appointment. Really I’d hug and kiss my family, tell them I love them, thank them. Tell my best friends/brothers the same. No kisses though. Try to make the best joke I’ve ever made and leave them all laughing and smiling.

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  13. I would make three phone calls lasting one minute each. Then I would pour myself some Armangnac and drink it slowly while eating dark chocolate with hazel nuts. Lastly, I’d close my eyes for a nice long nap.

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  14. I’d get a box, stand in the middle of the city, and make a speech. And with seconds to spare, I’d strike a pose, and then declare, and if I’m not telling the truth, may God stike me dead. They’ll never forget me!

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  15. Doctor’s are a joke! Since you don’t really have time for a second opinion, or time to walk out of the doctor’s office, I would find the nearest window and take in as much as I could from my limited view. It took me longer than 6 minutes to write this.

    For the one minute phone call people, its a waste of time. It takes about 90 seconds for a one minute call(finding the contact, dialing, ringing, then connecting), which leaves you 90 seconds for yourself… If you only had 6 minutes left you should be selfish for once in your life and spend it on you instead of trying to help others cope with your news.

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  19. I would try to reach all of the people who have genuinely loved me in life and thank them one last time. None of them have ever felt comfortable with my deeply emotional long-winded thank yous anyway, and I would still want to let them know how much better they made my life while I was living it.
    However, if there was any doubt at all that I was actually going to die (e.g. I went for a check up and they said this vs. hooked up to machines that verified I was dying), I’d fact-check the doctor because I know from experience that medical providers’ are not the end-all be-all of prognoses or bodily expertise. Even if I did indeed die before I found out, I’d be glad to know I at least didn’t just take their word for it.

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    1. So you’d go for showing your gratitude if you’re absolutely sure or you’d go for a deep dive if something smells fishy with the diagnostic.

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      1. Well, to be completely truthful, some of the people who once very much loved me do not want those doors open again. Perhaps maybe I should reflect quietly on my gratitude rather than making the attempt to express it to them. I’ve long-believed death to be a very private matter anyway. At the end, even if we’re with another person bodily, it’s a uniquely personal experience. Much like any experience in life but on an even more personal level because there is nothing about it that can really be shared.

        I was privvy to this process on my own, and reflecting on the joys of my life was part of it. While I don’t know if I ever did fully die, I know that I was close and technically (in terms of biomedicine) should have. The experience was tranformative and before I had fallen into the coma, I remember reflecting on the love I felt for those who truly love or have ever truly loved me. It was after an uncomfortable twinge of fear and regret but both made way to this calm reflection. At some point, I did see myself leaving my body and had an internal dialogue running that felt completely external. I had a choice to make. I was lucky I was not too gone and had the option of coming back. It was strange because it really felt like I was exerting physical effort–strength, endurance–to get back into my body.

        Obviously, I survived. The doctors told me I’d likely never walk by myself again, along with some venomous and provably inaccurate comments about other conditions and circumstances. I fully recovered, at least on ambulatory terms, within 48 hours. Maybe part of me deep down does want to prove people who have hurt me, whether intentionally or unintentionally, wrong–it’d be definitely the kind of thing a wounded inner child would want. But at the end of the day, I don’t feel it comes from a place of indignation. I don’t care about “proving myself” so much anymore. I do care about the damage done though to those who feel they have to just to feel human. I’ve been told so many wrong things from doctors before that have literally caused handicaps to me, whether temporary or lasting.

        So perhaps six minutes of grateful reflection, and I’d search for the truth after the seventh. After all, there is no harm in taking time out of the day to appreciate life, and it’s something I try to implement daily anyway.

        This question clearly spoke to that still-wounded part of me, which is the part that answered first. But regardless of still-wounded, I’m also still healing. It’s a process.

        I now wonder if those warm thoughts at “the end” helped to give room to having the option to come back. To those doctors’ credit, there is no medical reason I would have come back from what happened, let alone unscathed and much stronger. There is truly so much power in something so seemingly innocuous as a thought. A thought someone has can definitely destroy their own life, so maybe it makes sense that a thought has the potential to save us, too.

      2. This clearly shows how little we, as humans, know about human condition. I think that you managed to recover because you have a very strong psyche. Dr. Joe Dispenza talks about something similar. It’s awesome to see how we can change our body’s condition through a powerful mindset.

      1. Umm.. I’d give them passwords to my accounts hahaha – or at least my laptop/phone so they can find my passwords to my accounts. And I would also make sure my kiddos knew I was proud of them (I tell them every day, but one last time.)

      1. He hates it. He thinks it’s intrusive, inflated and overhyped. He is a fiercely private individual. Yet he married me. Go figure!

      1. Nutcrackers to B.
        The watch and my books to K.
        The hats to whoever wants them. (Be sure to preserve within the family the blue one.)
        Any intellectual property may go to my father and sister.
        My debts to Hell.
        My sin to Christ.
        Whatever else seems reasonable do.

      1. Probably about my girlfriend who was with me when I was nothing who is with me when I’m everything and I will think about what she will do after my death…

  29. My kids are too young to have phones, so I couldn’t call them and my wife doesn’t get reception in her work, so I’d likely just go and lie down so that I don’t fall over when six minutes is up

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