From
The Family That Couldn't Sleep (D.T. Max, 2006):
Typically, one day in middle age, the sufferer finds that he has begun to sweat. A look in the mirror will show that his pupils have shrunk to pinpricks and he is holding his head in an odd, stiff way. Constipation is common, the women suddenly enter menopause, and the men become impotent. The sufferer begins to have trouble sleeping and tries compensating with a nap in the afternoon, but to no avail. His blood pressure and pulse have become elevated and his body is in overdrive. Over the ensuing months, he tries desperately to sleep, sometimes closing his eyes but never succeeding into more than a light stupor. FFI sufferers are sometimes able to enter a half sleep that is like a divine revelation of the agitated dream sleep some people experience just before waking, but they can't go deeper and get real rest. Their exhaustion is immense, beyond comprehension.
Once the sufferer can no longer sleep, a downward progression ensues, as he loses his ability to walk or balance. Perhaps most tragic, the ability to think remains intact; sufferers know what is happening. At first they can talk about it and even write down their thoughts. After a few more months, some lose this level of functioning. Once their bodies shut down, only the desperate look in their eyes shows that they know what is going on. But others can talk and reason until the end. In the terminal phase, usually about fifteen months after the disease has begun, they fall into a state of exhaustion resembling a coma and die."
What was God thinking with this one, Friends? Well I think
I know, and it's time to serve the blame up Right where it belongs.
"Pinprick Pupils?" "In a (light) stupor?" Drugs! Drugs! DRUGS!
And we all know what JESUS thinks of
them
All of this is nothing more than the Punishment of an Angry God towards His most depraved sinners. Repent!