After being diagnosed with diabetes T2 I have worn a CGM and decided which foodstuff I needed to drop. I dropped basically all starches, no potatoes, no rice, very careful with bread. Only desserts I eat are made with almond flour, no wheat flours. And, of course, NSS. I have wrestled my blood sugar level below diabetic levels without any drugs, this ought to be enough. This already has leeched a lot of pleasurable activities from my life -- before this, I used to love to travel to eat. Lyon , Florence, places. I simply refuse to do more. There's a point where you don't live longer, you just exist longer. What for?

In much broader strokes, I was already not happy about how obsessed we became with prolonging life far beyond anything desirable. But even places where medically assisted death is accepted, you can't just go and say I am too old and infirm, help me end in dignity, no you need to suffer until your body and mind is gone. So says Lord Of The Rings

> ask whether you would indeed have me wait until I wither and rail from my high seat unmanned and witless. Nay, lady, I am the last of the Númenoreans and the latest King of the Elder Days; and to me has been given not only a span thrice that of Men of Middle-earth, but also the grace to go at my will, and give back the gift