For a snarky Friend of mine
"A cousin of mine who was a casualty surgeon in Manhattan tells me that he and his colleagues had a one-word nickname for bikers: Donors."
Stephen Fry
Stephen Fry
posted by Shmoop at 8:55 AM
Saturday, April 14, 2007
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3 Comments:
Heh. My Mom was an ER nurse and FROBADE my fanter to tkae up biking. They just bought their first Harley last month.
Whoa, that was so bad.
No edits for me tonight.
I've never known a biker who didn't absolutely wreck their bikes at least twice, walk away and not know how they managed to survive. They know they are living on borrowed time. I think that's the appeal of the bike.
BTW, I am a donor and I've specified it in my will. I've also discussed it with my family so they know my wishes. (Which is very important because a person's family makes the final decision). My doctor's have copies of my living will and I have a regular will as well.
I have also specified that I must be dead before they can slice and dice. No pulse, no respiration, no nothin' for a minimum of ten consecutive minutes. THEY MUST LET ME DIE A NATURAL DEATH BEFORE THEY CAN HARVEST ANYTHING. The organs will still be healthy after a certain amount of time. I believe ten minutes is the max.
My illness is not contagious, so I'm sure they'd take my kidneys and liver in a heartbeat. They might pass on the lungs because I'm an ex-smoker and I've had a lung injury as well.
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