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I'm far more likely to be needing someone else's organs than for mine to be of any use to anybody.
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I'm a registered donor and have been since I was 18 - with the exception of corneas (because mine are basically fucking useless and I wouldn't particularly want to inflict them on someone else).
That reminds me that I think I've lost the donor card.
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I don't have one, although I'm probably sign up on that link tonight. I think I'd be fine with everything apart from eyes. I don't like the idea of somebody prising my eyes from dead face. It's weird that it bothers me, I know it shouldn't.
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I'm registered, after I've kicked the bucket quite frankly anyone who wants my organs is welcome to them, it's not like I'll be needing them. Maybe we should all have an advert 'selling' our body parts as the best..
Liver for sale, one less than careful owner, this liver comes fully fitted with advanced alcohol tolerance due to years of careful maintenance by the previous owner. ** Warning, fitting this part may result in borderline alcoholism and an increasingly paltry bank balance **
Also for sale one scalp, threadbare but otherwise carefully maintained, suitable for those who want to be able to wear hats without worrying about messing up their hairstyle, and professional swimmers.
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apparently the donor service are working very hard to dispel the illusion that, just because youve chuffed like a beagle or drunk yourself fizzy your entire life, that that renders your organs 'useless'. the liver for instance is amazingly resilient, it can carry on working even when it has been abused with a great deal more efficiency and commitment than yer boy racer- style dilettantes would ever apply to the task. what im trying to say is, who's in a better position to decide whether your organs are useless, you or a doctor who actually knows anything at all about what level of wear and tear disqualifies an organ from being transplanted? the only reason i can think of for not being on the organ donor register is that you dont particularly want to risk a serial killer walking around checking out potential victims through your eyeballs. its the only acceptable excuse. anyhting else is damn fool talk.
quote:Originally posted by dance margarita: the liver for instance is amazingly resilient, it can carry on working even when it has been abused with a great deal more efficiency and commitment than yer boy racer- style dilettantes would ever apply to the task.
Erm, can you tell that to my triglyceride levels then please.
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quote:Originally posted by Honeybaby: I think on the whole though I'd rather leave my body to do something useful that be plastinated in some corpseploitation legs-akimbo fashion.
Scientists of the future may want to do research into your fingers and brain in the quest for the solution to the than/that typo mystery.
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I'm a donor. I used to carry a card but have lost that.
I think anyone who thinks its better to take those kind of useful organs to the grave with them is pretty selfish.
I dont get the eyes thing Benway, you're not going to use them, you wont be awake when they remove them; so is it the windows of the soul thing? a bit of superstition?
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I totally get the eyes thing. It's the bit of your body that gives you your primary visceral experience of the world. What's not personal about that? Yes your heart keeps the blood circulating your body and suffusing your tissues with oxygen. Yes your kidneys remove toxins and waste products. You can't survive without most bits of your body. But your eyes are there in the middle of your face, which for most people is where their deepest selfimage is tied. They're how you connect with people.
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quote:Originally posted by H1ppychick: I totally get the eyes thing. It's the bit of your body that gives you your primary visceral experience of the world. What's not personal about that? Yes your heart keeps the blood circulating your body and suffusing your tissues with oxygen. Yes your kidneys remove toxins and waste products. You can't survive without most bits of your body. But your eyes are there in the middle of your face, which for most people is where their deepest selfimage is tied. They're how you connect with people.
Yes. Well. We're also talking about the cornea, which is less than a mm thick, a centimetre or so in diameter, colourless and isn't really what most people would think of as their "eye".
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oh they can shave the cornea off. It's more... I don't like the idea of my head lying there with the eyes plucked out. Or any kind of post death facial mutilation. I kind of feel sorry for my dead body if it had it's face fucked up. To a degree I suppose I anthropomorphise my body.
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I'm just saying, for those who might not know, that it's not like they whack you across the back of the head with a plank, a la Itchy and Scratchy, popping your eyeballs into a bucket, then stuff them into some little kid's bleeding sockets without asking the little tyke about firestarting, bedwetting or what happened to the hamster Granny gave him.
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I'm just saying, for those who might not know, that it's not like they whack you across the back of the head with a plank, a la Itchy and Scratchy, popping your eyeballs into a bucket, then stuff them into some little kid's bleeding sockets without asking the little tyke about firestarting, bedwetting or what happened to the hamster Granny gave him.
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I know what corneas are, and corneal grafts. I've investigated LASIK (then run away screaming in the other direction). I'm not saying it's a rational reaction to think "ugh, no way" when you think about donating bits of yourself to people and balk when it comes to corneas. It's a personal reaction, and one that I understand and share for whatever irrational reason.
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quote:Originally posted by H1ppychick: I know what corneas are, and corneal grafts. I've investigated LASIK (then run away screaming in the other direction). I'm not saying it's a rational reaction to think "ugh, no way" when you think about donating bits of yourself to people and balk when it comes to corneas. It's a personal reaction, and one that I understand and share for whatever irrational reason.
Yeah but you is clever and stuff. I'm sure the net return on initial outlay on the LASIK was what scared you, eh? Eh?
But some people think that it's the whole eyeball. Because I'm back in A+E now, so I get to meet more of the public. Sometimes I have to talk to them. God damn they're thick.
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can I take this chance to say sorry then, bro? They were bad times, I was pretty screwed up from the isolation and the booze, and it wasn't personal and I really miss you, and so many things still remind me of you. I know that you've made up your mind, but I want you to know that if I pissed you off, it was because I was wrapped in my own world.. not out of spite. Sorry man. But in my mind we'll always be friends.
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The girlfriend of a mate of mine had laser eye surgery a few months back. He went with her cos she was, understandably, scared. Anyway, he waits in a waiting room with a cup of tea and the nurse says to him, "would you like to watch the operation on television?" So, you know, the right answer is 'no' (the only operation any sane person would want watch is a birth, and even then I'd only do that under duress), but guess what the idiot says. That's right, he says 'yes'. They send him to this special room with a giant HD TV on the wall and he gets a ringside seat of the whole Clockwork Orange, eyeball slicing, silverskin onion peeling, cornea roasting experience. He's been having nightmares ever since. Why am I telling you this? I don't know. I have a hangover. I'll write anything when I've got a hangover, me.
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I had soup for lunch, chunky beef vegetable. I had a third of a joint of beef left over from the Sunday Roast (my parents have been down. I took Mum to see Les Miserables, it was her Christmas present. It wasn't as good as I expected. My sister told me it was the only thing ever to make her husband cry. It wasn't that sad. However, as the theatre was clearing, and I was waiting for my mother to return from the toilets - ladies toilets in theatres, I don't know, what idiot dreamed that up? Anyway, while I was waiting, there's this couple in the back row, old people, they're crying their eyes out. And not just in the way you cry your eyes out over a weepy film or play, they're properly balling, the old man has his wrist pressed against his head in a gesture of woe, like he's trying to take his temperature with his watch or something, the woman is doubled up, huge sobs of distress shaking her body. "They can't just be crying at the play", I thought. "Someone must have just died or something". The best bit was a third member of their group just standing there with a cup of coffee, looking embarrassed. I really want to know if they had some tragedy which had just occurred, or if there was some deep emotional resonance for them in the production, you know, like their daughter died defending Paris from revolution during the 19th century and they'd never got over, or if they were just Theatre Mentals who go to see Les Mis every six months and weep and weep and weep and weep), so I chopped some of that up and threw it in. Then I added some of the gravy I had left over from the weekend too. It was a much nicer soup after that. I'm trying to cut down on the carbs, though, so I didn't have any bread with it. Which was a shame, because a crusty French stick would have really added something to the meal.
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