The Bane of Restless Leg Syndrome Kicks Back

Minus adverse side effects courtesy Ropinirole HCL couple nights I did try, albeit yours truly wanted to die, plus also yearned tubby among grrrrrreat full dead, no lie, yes absent asthenia, fatigue, and/or malaise oh my nausea, vomiting, somnolence, dizziness, and asthenic condition, I woefully did decry unconsciously kicking, thrashing, twitching, wife kvetching downing aforementioned medication found me awry beseeching psalm body e'en the Sultan of Brunei or sovereign from Abu Dhabi to administer euthanasia, I would willingly rectify to bid good riddance and goodbye experiencing said unpleasant reactions listed above, hence death wish of mine to comply expressed modus operandi doth underlie trawling the net whereby, to crucify rigging (leg giddy met) i.e. legitimate gofundme site could justify assisted suicide recycling, reimbursing repurposing... biodegradable cross - guaranteeing faithful ethics to fortify upon me rising masses will deify an imperfectly square profane guy skeptic at heart, unsure soul will go skyhigh, or descend into Dante's inferno, hmm... methinks hot meal my olfactory organ doth nasally espy summat good cooking, therefore aye got hearty appetite unbearable symptoms amazingly relieved, that scare did mortify, now get secular humanist off doggone † lest he gets cross and promises to nullify future aery missions... sidelining death, viz abort... fail... retry else fans ye will need to pacify, and posthumous rock star status martyr on your stained hands leaving widow whose syrup prize zing tears unceasingly cry without spouse to henpeck, she cannot deny cuz, body (mine), saintly nicked peep pulled, tattooed with apostolic marks sharp nib she did apply.