It's called bodily autonomy, you douchebags, fucking let old people do what they want. I hope she died with her back blown out and absolutely blasted on her substance of choice.
Yeah, bodily autonomy and the dignity of risk and the fucking fact that if you're dying anyway, there's no benefit whatsoever to wasting your last hours of earthly existence in the bland beige walls of a nursing home or hospital and it should not only be allowed but offered as a service to bring the dead or dying (or not dying yet) person out into the world to enjoy those parts of it that aren't allowed inside the bland beige walls of a nursing home or hospital.
Let them be taken outside. Let them be taken home. Let them be taken to their favorite places. Let them use their substances of choice. Let them see their pets. Let them do really inadvisable bucket list items. Let them risk precipitating their deaths. Let them go out on their own terms, and also let them hang out on their own terms in the meantime.
Also, deschedule ALL drugs for people on hospice. "You can't do that, you might die" "I have some news for you about the existing situation." I mean come on.
(Minnesota recently passed a "happy hour" law allowing nursing home patients to drink alcohol. It's a good first step.)
