I keep myself busy and try to live in the moment. Of course, within limits, so I don’t lose track of plans/the future. If you don’t have much free time, there won’t be too much time to ruminate on things like dying.
But tbh, I’ve never really cared about my own death anyway.
I’d rather have no legs. I could manage to live with a physical disability without too much shame or hassle, but I couldn’t cope with not being to read and write (and learn, and communicate properly.) You know what they say: knowledge is power. A person without legs can get an education and do something with their life, but someone who is illiterate is doomed to work menial jobs (or resort to crime or prostituion, idk.) I think it would be akin to a mental disability, not only it would make life harder on a practical level, but it would also make you the target of hate and manipulation from others. I’m aware that physically disabled people endure hate, too, but not as much.