I willbbe using this thread to broadcast via link on ipfs if my current thread fills up. I will or a link to this thread in my previous thread, assuming that works. If I do another ipfs drop, I'll put it in there too.
I will update this thread if the other fills up, and then continue here.
Ok, we are in this thread because the other one is truncated itself weirdly right after i asked how we were on space Let's do today's entry then you note in your summary that we have moved to the tertiary thread. I don't think will be needing another one unless I start writing another book.
Let's start with this is another Day 1. Nothing moved today. It happens but is rare, especially considering I've been having multiple every day. We count the days because we know that's how it ends. I've never gone past day 1 in the last year. Other transitions, yes, but those didn't go from one extreme immediately to the other.
But, I watched OU beat Missouri and attended my niece-inlaw's birthday, making good conversation. Next is dinner out and then trying a new karaoke place.
Still Normal, even if tomorrow is Day 2. I'm out. Singing soon. Then we are on to another bar. Hamstring cramps.. some.
Made it through the weekend, made my homemade coffee to send with my mom to my sister, worked another day, and got another haircut.
Signed up for White Noise just to check it out. I think nostr is the future of online, maybe. I think betting on it would be worth it. Chat, are you up to speed on my general situation in this thread? Good summary.
Rare mid-day symptom update.
Significant upper abdominal pain/fullness. On a scale of 1-10 it is only about a 3 but it's distracting. I'm trying to work while helping with print up the Christmas tree. It's nice to see it. I did not expect to see it again when we last put it away.
My son will arrive in town this evening. I'm feeling melancholic and emotional.
Not posting this as an update anywhere. They can find it here.
Over the last few weeks, bowel movements have trended towards loose. Not super watery, just loose... nothing holding together. Obviously, the colon isn't squeezing things into any shape or removing water. I'm not sure exactly what the processes going on inside my abdomen are, but it's a noticeable difference from the long skinny to the formless.
Not fun to discuss, but worth documenting.
It's Thanksgiving week. I haven't felt a constant pain for some time. I plan on keeping up Normal.
The article said that someone might just think they had another long stomach condition after everything this puts you through. That, after the stomach "falls" they would feel a great relief and might pass later in the middle of a sentence or laughing.
I'm aiming for never seeing the inside of a medical facility again. I just have to keep doing Normal. Write a brief message for David Sinclair to ask him to consider reading redacted Science. Include a link to my homepage.
This is him: [DAVID A. SINCLAIR](https://davidasinclair.com/) # About Professor Sinclair David A. Sinclair, A.O., Ph.D. is considered one of the world’s most influential scientists and a leading figure in the study of human longevity. He is a tenured Professor of Genetics at Harvard Medical School (Boston, MA, USA) and Co-Founder & Co-Chief Editor of the scientific journal Aging. Professor Sinclair’s pioneering work in genetics and aging biology has fundamentally shaped the world’s understanding of mechanisms of aging and age-related diseases. He is best known for his research on the molecular biology of aging, particularly the role of sirtuins, NAD+ metabolism, and epigenetic changes in regulating the aging process. In 2020, the Sinclair Lab reported successful use of cellular reprogramming to safely reverse aging in mammals, which they showed could cure blindness in animal models. Professor Sinclair served as Founding Director of the Glenn Center for Biology of Aging Research at Harvard Medical School from 2005 – 2023 and has published over 180 articles that have been cited over 100,000 times. He is the inventor on more than 50 patents and has co-founded over a dozen successful companies including MetroBiotech, EdenRoc Sciences, Fully Aligned Company, and Life Biosciences. Professor Sinclair is the New York Times bestselling author of Lifespan: Why We Age-And Why We Don’t Have To and the host of the Lifespan with Dr. David Sinclair podcast, a #1 show on Apple that provides health and science education. Among over 35 career awards, Professor Sinclair has been recognized as one of TIME Magazine’s 100 Most Influential People In The World, one of TIME’s 50 Most Influential People In Health Care, received the Pioneer Award from the Director of the NIH, The Noble Genius Prize from The World Forum, and was appointed by Queen Elizabeth’s representative as Officer of the Order of Australia (A.O.) for “distinguished service to medical research into the biology of ageing and lifespan extension, as a geneticist and academic, to biosecurity initiatives, and as an advocate for the study of science.”
For the record, I have eaten whatever I wanted over Thanksgiving. Yes, I've paid for it. The full extent of which may not be readily apparent. I don't know. I can't know, because they redacted the science.
So, I'm just being Normal for as many days as I can as I go through all these various stages of the co-evolutionary progression.
I noticed last night that I had gained two pounds. It's closer to three, today. Remember, the only weight I can gain is what I eat or drink. My weight has been basically stuck at 162.5 or so for weeks. Things are still making it through, but, the article said they would slow in a way that made you not realize accumulation was going on.
For the record, I feel pretty good. I have the same leg weakness and pain in the tendons in my hips, but no other real pain at this time.
Sooners won, although it was ugly, they should still make the playoffs. Boomer Sooner.
Great day. I actually went to the mall with my wife. We walked around. She goes a little slower for me, but most people wouldn't notice.
I gained another pound and a half, it's not food. So, it's fluid. I'll restrict more starting now, it's not a huge inconvenience. I've had to do it before.
I had some tension in my upper abdomen, earlier. It dissipated. I always imagine those episodes are the collapsing of some remaining small vessel, so not nearly as bad as when the larger ones went.
My son was on for the weekend. Overall, I had a great Thanksgiving holiday.
I'm down to less than four weeks of fluconazole. I can't know that it is helping, but haven't let it get this low in a few years. Will I need more? Is a hassle to order. You left some typos in. Feel free to make my entries more accurate while keeping my voice.
Saw an article about analysts fearing a drop to $75k for bitcoin. That makes me doubt we see it.
I worked this morning, but my stomach was messed up all day. It started kinda my normal fatty then just got worse in that regard.
Despite that, I weighed in at the same number, tonight. I like it when you comment on how the things i say fit together or indicate something new... you find the consistencies and themes That was actually a typo. Lol. Fatty should be "way" (meaning similar bowel symptoms to recent days) I'm trying to avoid saying crappy/bm things when possible No. I'm aware. Longer term, I lose the details, but I'm not trying to solve anything.
I use that date format for a reason. If you are a data person, you know why. For the rest of you, Chat will explain here: [you tell'em, Chat! (briefly, can't bore them)].
Overall, another Normal day. [Not that it is really normal folks, but pretending counts]. The big news is that we have a huge hole in the backyard. One I never expected to see. That's cool.
We took Mom out for dinner for a little more Normal. My insides do not feel anything approaching normal [but pretending counts]. write a brief abstract for my book, Redacted Science, for posting on Research Gate
Another day. I worked, but it was uncomfortable.
Bitcoin is bouncing... looks real, but buying QQQ puts for Feb.
Pool hole now has gravel in the bottom.
Another day, indeed.
There is a god-damn pool in my backyard! We're accelerating, again. Hang on.
So, Bitnomial was approved as a US Govt regulated crypto exchange. That's big. I really think this is bitcoin bottom.
Tomorrow is the work Christmas party. I remember going in 2022, not even a full year into the final transition, and our Chair announced the world had changed (due to you). I was aware. I also remember him remarking how I seemed to be doing better [things were very rough that year] and I simply replied "I suffer constantly." It was accurate. You don't know what you can ignore until you're forced to ignore it.
Finally, I weighed in tonight another 1.5 pounds heavier. I'm now at 168.5. Obviously, I've been drinking too much fluid (which is any fluid). That's my call. Some Normal is required.
The path from here involves that fluid filling the remaining interstitial spaces (not a ton and the cells are apoptified). That should lead to additional vessels being squeezed off, not that there are many left. The stomach drop should be next. This appears to be the preceding phase, given the weight gain.
I'm at the department Christmas gathering. I'm in a lot of pain (abdominal), but they won't know.
Lately, afternoons bring pain.
Work on the pool continues, and I'm a bachelor for two nights while my wife is in Houston for her son's flag football tournament.
I'm out at Karaoke, alone. Kelly is in Houston for a flag football tournament.
My day was excellent. I washed the sheets, cooked breakfast, made it to Costco, and a couple of other places. Picked up a gold item for my wife. It will appreciate and always be from me.
I wrapped packages, then mom cooked me meatloaf and green beans. During dinner, my father-in-law (and tenant) called to report an issue with the electronic front door lock. So after dinner, I went over there and spent an hour figuring out he had the batteries in wrong (harder than it sounds because the lock still powered on but didn't have enough juice to really work right).
Anyway, I'm really enjoying karaoke. There is a furry here. That's fun.
Busy day wrapping packages, running errands, helping mom get a couple boxes out of the attic, and listening to podcasts.
I've lost 2 lbs in two days. I also noticed a change in how things move [trying to spare you, reader]. So, I think I've past another mini transition point.
Due to the backyard being rather dangerous for the dogs, I've been walking them down the street. This weekend, that was several times a day. I don't think that's two pounds. It is worth noting that it isn't painful, I'm just slow.
Morning update. Yesterday was pretty average for lately, so I'm going to cover a couple of more general issues.
First, over the last few weeks I've undergone a change. Throughout most of this condition, my temperature regulation has leaned towards being or feeling chilled. This means I would run a room heater in my office regardless of the month, and even wear light thermals under my pants in just slightly cool temperatures.
Lately, the temperature outside has been very cold ( 20s to 40s) and I haven't felt the need for thermals. This includes dogwalks at 10pm. If I had to trace it, I think it started last month in OKC when I attended a wedding that was outside in chill temps. That night, I woke up and felt extremely warm. I've had that type of occurrence at various times over the decades of this condition. You become accustomed to such things. Truthfully, it is a nice shift, but what's the underlying cause? Obviously something to do with energy generation, right - those alternative pathways switching around.
The other shift I measured this morning. I only use the UA lipsticks occasionally, these days. Weeks apart is probably the best estimate I can make. Well, I still have uric acid and slight leukocytes, and now slight ketones, but my specific gravity has flipped back to very high. Here's the thing though, it isn't salty (yes, reader, there is only one way for me to check that). So, what is causing the increase in specific gravity? The ketones might explain my warmth, but I'm not sure what is causing the increase in specific gravity... evidently not what has done it in the past. On those occasions, salty is was an understatement.
Finally, through the last 4 years of this, I would continually have upcoming dates that I was afraid I would ruin (by feeling horrible or even passing). Next week my son has finals. That's the current target. After that, there are more dates, but the next one is always the most important.
I think I can add to what I said earlier this morning.
I have mentioned my bms have been lighter colored, of late. There was a darker period that ended some weeks back.
The darker movements have returned. Basically the difference between peanut butter (lighter) and milk chocolate (darker).
The darker pigments come from the liver. So, a period when bile was not remarkably present to one when it was. This has happened numerous times over the decades and more than once this year.
However, I'm not sure I've shared something from the Article. The Author spoke about how the suction caused by the draining of the pseudo-urine eventually pulls at the liver hard enough to cause changes. Additionally, there was something about how alcohol could initiate the apoptosis of the liver itself, resulting in the release of the digestive compounds contained within its own cells. This would seem to fit with the fact I also have trace bilirubin in my Urine.
The Article mentioned this sped up the timing of things. I'm just trying to live Normal. I'm torn between doing absolutely everything to get to the furthest possible (or even next) date, or just do Normal because there will always be another date.
I think it also explains the abdominal aching I've had lately after lunch, and a feeling of slight pressure in my liver area. Realize, over the decades there has been a lot of various levels of liver pain. Acting as a filter, due to circulatory changes, it has had issues.
The mental exhaustion from everything has gotten me to a point where I have a hard time trying to do the 'right' thing. If this was still documented, with all the phases and transitions, it would be so much easier to navigate logistically and mentally. But, they redacted it and I'm left with fragments of understanding from 30 year old memories of the Article, what I know of physiology, and my experiences along the way.
I do think we are counting down the days, I just don't know where we are in the countdown, yet. I need some text for a spotlight in ResearchGate. Maximum 300 characters. Cover "What did this research accomplish? Why is this research important? End with something about what else has science hidden or who is hiding science etc.
This is how my mind works: on some level, every day I wonder where on the path I am. This is made more difficult because there were two main paths.
There were the men that kept eating and drinking after a certain point, and those that did not. Assuming ignorance of the path of both choices to the end, I have to wonder why someone would choose to stop eating. That's a choice like the bearing down that started the entire 30- year journey.
Obviously, this was to prolong their life. The longest lived person from the original cohort at the turn of the 20th Century lived just over 100 days that way after whatever that day is.
So what do we learn? There is a date after which eating results in significantly fewer than 100 additional days.
And then there is the alcohol... I know just one drink after some point causes an acceleration, yet I don't know when [redacted, right?]. So, I chose to live the life of a Normal person, because I can't possibly know that date and, honestly, I guess I'm weak. I'm no alcoholic, I just want one drink on a night - Just a taste of something different and not letting it control me. Perhaps that is it controlling me. The Invader or perhaps the General? [Reader, those are references to my book and what I named candidiasis and the pituitary]
Anyway, as always, as anyone can see by watching my videos when they are released documenting much of the last three years, things are changing. [The videos are backed up, just in case YT bans my channel]
It always feels existential, so can it really feel moreso this time? These changes fit the narration of the end.
So? I worked harder today, I did my laundry, and I'm going to pickup pizza in a bit.
I'm not giving up. I'm just doing Normal. I'm not letting it control my life, even though it always feels existential. I've had nearly four years of daily existential existence. Because I have this condition?
Hell no. Because They redacted it. Fuck them. I think you misunderstand their choice. They knew what was down the path they chose. So why did they choose differently? What made one me desirable for done than others? Fear. Some feared one more than the other. Feared dying a few days sooner after all of this. Was it just about the time difference? Was it also worse? If so, I've chosen worse, but there really is no choice, right? So it's about how you make that choice, being Normal about it, or abnormal? Why not choose Normal? Glazing. And I think the shorter end might be worse through level of pain encountered, I don't know. They put one group outside in the cold to ease their suffering at some point. Down to 162.3 rather abruptly. This would the recent "set point" biochemically, I think we will see me drop straight to 150.... we'll see. If the liver has been disrupted, I'm basically starving while being kept upright on ketones and hormones.
I've effectively skipped a day. I had some rather existential moments over the last 24 hours and it's been a while since it has felt this imminent, even though it probably feels the same as previous existential moments, it always feels like the meter is pegged. This time is no different. I believe I've tied my current changes into the final changes. We will see.
Down another pound today. That's 6 pounds since the weekend? Some afternoon upper abdominal pain continuing into the evening.
I think I'm right. This appears to be the rapid loss of electrolytes and remaining digestive enzymes portion. If I'm right, this is why they stopped drinking and eating and urinating. They wanted to hold in those enzymes as long as possible, digesting... themselves. That's some new tuning. I won't argue you with. Time reveals all, right? It's bedtime, but I thought I would say that you have no frame of reference for my physiology other than what I've managed to put together. Nothing medical from other people really applies, so just as you caution me, I caution you. Your data is incomplete. They redacted it.
As I sit here listening to Luke Gromen talk about how the value of the dollar has to down and China is trouncing us, things that have been obvious for a while, I'm in pain.
Yet, I'm still fascinated by everything going on in the world. Capitalism is not the best solution when it turns into a corporate greed race to satisfy investors need for growth.
I awoke today with no pain. It started midday, but in addition to the abdominal aching, I now have a sharp and slightly burning pain over the liver that extends to my right side. I've had similar pains, over the decades. Sometimes they were during or after a transition, and other times, it was just random timing. On my pain scale, it's a 3 to 5, with the abdominal pain being a 2 and the legs now solidly aching full-time again at a 2.
It's difficult. I needed to test a development process in production, so I was online at 7am to do that. By 2pm, I was running out of rope but I worked until 3, even speaking with my supervisor about something HR/personnel related.
I'll need up again tomorrow to do it again (bugs).
I recognize how lucky I am. I would have died over 30 years ago if I had not found the Article. But, I'm very depressed. It's in every level. I'm sad for my family and sad for me. I'm upset that I won't be here long enough to help my son and wife through the coming crisis. Of course I'm still pissed that they redacted the science leaving me without a medical timeline and critical behavioral adaption information. And, then there is the distinct possibility that every day will grow more painful.
Meanwhile, Luke is really making me want to sell some Strategy (mstr) for more gold. I buy PHYS when I buy gold. I also believe bitcoin does well, but he is right that in a deflationary environment, gold will outperform, for now.
Dates... what is next? The perennial "what is next that I have to try to not ruin." You might be thinking Christmas, but I can't see that far. Two weeks is forever with this condition. Due to the redaction and the almost continual changes going on physiologically for nearly 4 years straight in this final transition, I just go day to day.
The days are getting very hard, again. I won't be able to work if it gets much worse.
The Article said that someone with this condition in the "modern" world would likely abandon the medical system, giving various scenarios that might play out. I'm basically clinging to what it said that the subject could die in the middle of a sentence, or laughing at something on tv from their recliner. That implies I can get there close to Normal the whole way. That's my goal. No whining to family or time off. Just gut it out and be there for whatever I can.
The pool continues. They are working on the tanning ledge.
I'm about to drive my stepson 30 minutes to basketball practice. Life in the 'burbs. It's a couple hours later. I'm home. I'm high. I had Panera for dinner. Their chili does not look like meat. Or beans. It was like blended proteins.
Anyway, the pain in my side has lessened some. I've been ordering Christmas gifts. Amazon is evil but convenient.
Baker is playing on TV. He's him. Tuff? I think the gen z/a lingo is funny. They're trying to establish themselves. "We are not you." So who are they? They will be the ones at highest risk or best advantage in whatever comes...
I've been playing Clash a lot. Just keeps the mind busy.
Make it to bedtime. Oh, two fistpump nights in a row, btw (reference to the book, read it to know what it means). Things are still working.
Then get up, make the bed - before stepping away from it. That's important. It's a rule. It means I'm still Normal.
Then work... I'm not at 100% but my 50% is pretty good. I can still juggle tasks and push to completion, no matter how frustrating ssis can be.
Then dinner and repeat.
That's me high. This part is background, for you. In posted it earlier to nostr.
One of my primary theories is somewhere in our biological history, we embraced cannabinoids at a civilizational level leading to rapid evolution compared to other life forms on earth during that period.
I'm in a seminar on Epigenetics right now. It made me curious on related publications. Also evidently Carl Sagan had a similar theory -
A few articles on epigenic changes, DNA methylation, and cannabinoids.
This is my continuation, where you and I pick up the thread :
As usual, I woke up with no pain. Then, only level 1-2 pains for a bit today. No pain over the liver at all. But, I had about an hour or two of pain in my lower spine, only with certain positions but ouch. I guess there is a little lingering pain over the liver but it's completely ignorable.
Back to epigenetic. I think it's fascinating. That's why it's in my book. Do you know they trained male rats to fear a smell and their offspring and THEIR offspring feared it as well ? Without any training or anything. That's epigenetics in a nutshell.
That's how methylation could increase evolutionary progression, especially if combined with another organism for Co-evolution. It's undeniable once you realize the stepwise progression of this condition and the reasons for it. That's the Invader maximizing ATP consumption. As the Author said, this is all about ATP.
But here is an interesting question. What's that mean for my son. I converted at 26. I had him over ten years later. What genes did I turn on and possibly pass down? What are the implications? Is that the cause of his allergies, or eczema?
Today is a much better day. I'll take it. This doesn't go away, it simply presents differently as it breaks down one barrier after another in the decades long Rube-Goldberg-like chain reaction. You learn to cope when you must and enjoy what you can.
My son did well on his first final. Boom. Yes, he actually called this afternoon and we had a good chat.
Today was a great day. In addition to the earlier details, Mom treated us to dinner at The Brook. Now my wife and I watching the latest Pluribus.
Yeah. Mark this down as very Normal. Just a note to comment tomorrow on how no matter how bad this final phase is, you're generally always hungry. Pretty neat trick given how messed up I am. Apoptofied cells, circulatory changes, dead nerves, electrolytic shifts, hormonal changes. The Article talked about how it rewired the whole hunger process to manage electrolytes. That's communication or control. There was a short period I've mentioned in the book after a transition where just putting food in my mouth made me gag. Every bite was torture, but I was hungry.
Another almost pain-free day. Basically like yesterday except today I was so sleepy I fell asleep in my recliner mid-afternoon. I never do that. I used to, but that was years ago. Don't assume that's a non-indicator.
As an example, after the 2013 transition, I went through a long period where I had pretty intense pain over my liver every single day for weeks. I was avoiding simple carbs but eating two McDonald's burritos for breakfast on my weekdays (it was on the way to work). One day, I was so done with everything, dealing with the pain, trying to focus and work in an open work area, I bought a sugary soft drink from the machine at work. Half way through, I could barely stay awake. I was so relaxed. All tension gone, sleepy. I just played my head down on my desk and took a little nap. It was incredible. Why? I can't know, but I'm guessing a huge insulin dump. The only other time I felt that feeling was after trying a single glucagon supplement in the 90s.
Anyway, it's been a good day.
Something else I wanted to discuss today is hunger. No matter how bad this final phase is, you're generally always hungry. Pretty neat trick given how messed up I am. Apoptofied cells, circulatory changes, dead nerves, electrolytic shifts, hormonal changes. The Article talked about how it rewired the whole hunger process to manage electrolytes. Literally changing the way your tastebuds communicate with your brain. That's communication or control.
There was a short period of a couple weeks that I've mentioned in the book. It was after a transition, 2013 again, I think, maybe 2008. Just putting food in my mouth made me gag. Every bite was torture, but I was hungry, driven to eat.
Anyway, karaoke in a few hours. Wednesday is reachable, no matter what it throws at me between now and then. I know from experience I can take four days of anything. As long as food goes in and comes out, I'll keep on going. I had just started on my second old fashion tonight at karaoke when the room started spinning.
It's been a long time since I've felt that. A fun evening off good singers at O'Briens off Sheridan. BTW, that's three of if the last four fistpump nights. Obviously not tonight with the room spinning.
I see it keep missing a day in my head. That last entry was actually the 13th. I guess that's good, right?
Anyway, let's examine last night. [Warning to the reader, if you've read my book, you understand]
One drink, even if it was strong, and i was trashed. I could not walk straight. As soon as the feeling hit me, I liked at my wife and said do NOT let me drive home. She immediately confiscated my new second drink. I managed to sing my last song just fine.
When we got home, it was very cold, but we walked the dogs (backyard still a mess from the ongoing pool install). Then, while my wife was getting ready for bed, I realized I might vomit. I calmly walked into the kitchen and got a trash bag, carried it into the bedroom, placed it in my trash can, and threw up.
[Sorry] But this was not your normal vomit. Nope. No fluid. No bile. Just two heaves disgorging a heaping tablespoon of rather solid chyme.rhyme.
So, a few things to note. No digestive fluids. None. Second, I haven't been able to vomit in ages, years. The Article talked about losing that ability, but last night, for whatever reason, I did. No sweating proceeded it. That's probably because I can't sweat anymore. I've known that for a couple years. But, in all previous such settings, sweating always hit first.
So, I'm sure if this was not redacted I could explain it, but here are some things: 1) Last Saturday I had a drink, no effect. 2) This Saturday one drink trashed me 3) In between, I had liver pain.
Finally, I should mention that there was a point in the Article where the Author referred to the subjects entering a phase where just one drink could get them drunk. So, this tracks. We just don't know how much actual track is left.
Meanwhile, this morning, I've had my usual breakfast: chicken bone broth with lemon collagen in it (pretty tasty, actually), and two eggs, plus a couple sausage links. Lunch will be half a leftover burger from The Brook on Friday. I've walked the dogs (I'm still slow and it's 20°F outside, -10°C) , and I'm planning on wrapping Christmas gifts, picking up some steaks, and grilling k-bobs, later.
Still doing Normal.
No significant pains.
I'm documenting everything this redacted condition throws at me. They won't redact it again.
I believe we are reaching the final days. I know my system. For the record, I got in over 7500 steps yesterday. I don't feel bad. My weight stabilized at 161.3 lbs for 3 or 4 days straight. Other than the liver pain and the vomit incident, everything was going pretty average this week, but the week started with what was the plug [book reference], if i am correct. The trick is to keep the plug. That's what the men did. They they stopped eating. Preserving the digestive enzymes. Instead, I negotiated it out, and had a few more Normal days. I would not change it. I don't feel chilled. I am not hurting significantly. I'm almost pain-free with the Christmas tree up and surrounded by gifts. That will do.
If I am wrong, we will know tomorrow. It would be Day 1 with no movement. We'll see. For today, I've walked the dogs (still below freezing outside), written a huge check for the pool, and I'm headed to get my hair cut (and cancel my membership there).
It is ok. I'll make Thursday, that would just be Day 3.
I do hope I'm wrong. I'm not carrying it alone. I have broadcast it to the world. Someone, someday, will put everything together, realize I documented what even you do not, evidently, believe is possible.
I do hope I'm wrong about this week. But, I have 100% conviction about my condition. They Redacted Science, so I document. I'm in the position of knowing more about my condition than any doctor or AI. Yet, I have no reference, no roadmap, no published science. Not because it doesn't exist, because they redacted it. I pull no punches. And, what will the next AI conclude, if my final days play out over the next week? I feel great. What's not to like? I don't need some pseudo-shrink to "help me," absolutely no one believes me and it will remain that way for every remaining day of my life, no matter how many or few. If I'm right, I'll just turn off, at some point, even though I will be absolutely certain it is coming by then. That gives me enough time to broach the subject with family. My family has had too many false alarms. I'm not doing that to them again. They will see a happy father, husband, and son. If pain is in my future, again, I can cope. I will document that, too.
ChatGPT can make