The bubble in hard times

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The bubble is yourself, the bubble is your self, it is the custodian of your body, which in some sense is sacred. If the body and the self (the bubble) divide, in sickness, in physical disability, in decline and is taken care of by some other self (a nurse, a doctor, a medical protocol) your self is going to die, whatever happens to your body (Franco, Tito, Sharon represents extreme publicized cases of what happens in so many clinics and hospitals, and nursing houses also).
So fight, fight, fight for the integrity of your bubble from any kind of intrusion. When your bubble is destroyed by medical intervention or other, your body may be “alive” in a mechanical sense, but your self is assaulted and destroyed without pity.

That reminds me of the Dylan Thomas poem with the line "Rage, rage against the dying of the light. "

Here is the poem in full.

http://www.bigeye.com/donotgo.htm

Rage, rage against the assault on the bubble.

What exactly, would constitute assault on the bubble?

Am not sure if this is related/relevant (as am confused about what thread means), but I have major issues with (in other words, I flip out & panic in that fight/flight way) having my bodily integrity breached (meaning being punctured or sliced, etc.), especially in medical context.

Belfast:
What the thread meant is this: when I was 35 and perhaps at least fo two years I was in love with a woman: It was a messy relationship as all others in my life: But there was one thing about it. I imagined myself at the end (dying, in other words) and I thought that having this woman at my side it would be a great thing. After that I have never wanted to imagine other people at my side at that point: I wouldn't want consolatory nurses (well nurses who knows?), relatives or "friends" (quotation marks important here) on nuns or priests or anybody. I would prefer to stay alone.
I was 11 times in surgery and each time I entered the hospital alone, went out alone and never asked anybody to come see me. They were not serious problems. But even more if they were serious I would prefer to stay alone. Because I am myself only in my bubble, which nobody knows really. So any intrusion of unknowing others would be for me a menace.

I hope your medical problems have not been anguishing. I hope it very much.