Sometimes, death seems too easy to people. Isn’t it? Everybody has their fair share of misery and pain. They find different ways to either deal with their agony or drown in them.
I was monitoring a patient of organophoshporus poisoning today. Fortunately or unfortunately, he got saved after the antidote, atleast for a while.The poison has spread all over, rendering him in a state of delirium. Recovery is a dream at this point.
He says that he doesn’t want to die. Why did he take the damn poison in the first place? Is a squabble with wife worth a life? Where was this need to live at that time? He may beg but their is nothing left to be saved.
Dying isn’t the worst part. Living with irreversible brain damage is.
Suicide isn’t easy. It comes with a price. If you die, good for you or else, you live long enough with the disability and regrets.