He actually was happy before he was not happy.
It worked for Kerry ;-)
I was on a morphine drip for nearly a week. Without it I would have lapsed into shock and died, just from the pain.
Morphine is GOOD very very GOOD.
I don't crave it or miss it, but I do recall feeling wonderful, a sharp contrast to the pain and fear of having one's insides digested out from under their skin.
Who on this thread would have denied me comfort and indeed, life itself because of their phobia for an opiate?
Do our grandparents and great grandparents deserve less?
Why is their suffering so important to your sensibilities?