I just got home from an organ harvesting party

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Have you been to one? This was for a friend that I have known since kindergarten. All the sad people line up along the hallway and they parade the nearly dead in their hospital bed followed by the family on their way to organ harvesting.

I know...right?

So, it was about 100 miles so I had to leave work early...which becomes relevant later. Found the hospital and fortunately met some other friends so the wait was better.

He fucking died at work. On the toilet, like Elvis. If I die at work I will be really pissed. Not crazy about that being the last visual memory I have of him. I suppose they can still have an open casket after harvesting. I heard there were 8 possible recipients lined up. That helps some...I guess.

But anyway...
 
Odd

This sure is an odd situation

Why do the recipients have to be there?
First in first served?

It all sounds like a totes awkward situation
 
I can see the gesture it's intended to be, but it's all rather morbid. Like a funeral honour guard before the ticker quits tocking.
 
I've never been to an organ harvesting party. It seems to be fairly solemn affair.

I haven't been to a funeral or a wake in over a year. The last was for my cousin who was a year older than me. Jeez. Maybe this year's my turn?
 
This sure is an odd situation

Why do the recipients have to be there?
First in first served?

It all sounds like a totes awkward situation

There aren't really that many people I care for so...I guess...when they die, I want/need the opportunity to feel like shit about it. Otherwise, I spend most of my time trying not to feel about anything.
 
I can see the gesture it's intended to be, but it's all rather morbid. Like a funeral honour guard before the ticker quits tocking.

Once the organ-doner people get the nod, things start to happen fast.
 
Wat has hauled many a kidney many a mile, at all times of day and night and all kinds of weather.


I'm good with other things now.
 
If he died at work how are the organs still viable and alive?

Waiting to hear how you leaving work early is relevant?

Have you seen him since kindergarten?

This story fits in well as I’m sewing and listening to a Joe Frank podcast spin a tale about meeting a mousy woman on a NY street corner turning tricks cause her husband died and left her with high debts.
 
If he died at work how are the organs still viable and alive?

Waiting to hear how you leaving work early is relevant?

Have you seen him since kindergarten?

This story fits in well as I’m sewing and listening to a Joe Frank podcast spin a tale about meeting a mousy woman on a NY street corner turning tricks cause her husband died and left her with high debts.

1. He was working in a hospital.
2. Don't die at work. It's against the rules.
3. One of the few.
4. His wife is not a "coper".
 
Because of my age and medical history, I would not qualify to be an organ donor. Otherwise, I consider it to be the height of selfishness to take to the grave healthy organs that could save lives. :(
 
Because of my age and medical history, I would not qualify to be an organ donor. Otherwise, I consider it to be the height of selfishness to take to the grave healthy organs that could save lives. :(

The ironic part...the heart that killed his brain was working fine.
 
Epitah instead

Anyone feel like writing me a eulogy?



For as much as she loved the world, and found it incredible, finding beauty in all things, she hated you. She hated you all, till death do us part was her favourite saying

Now, I don't know you, so please don't expect this to be accurate
 
Have you been to one? This was for a friend that I have known since kindergarten. All the sad people line up along the hallway and they parade the nearly dead in their hospital bed followed by the family on their way to organ harvesting.

I know...right?

So, it was about 100 miles so I had to leave work early...which becomes relevant later. Found the hospital and fortunately met some other friends so the wait was better.

He fucking died at work. On the toilet, like Elvis. If I die at work I will be really pissed. Not crazy about that being the last visual memory I have of him. I suppose they can still have an open casket after harvesting. I heard there were 8 possible recipients lined up. That helps some...I guess.

But anyway...

I've never been to one but I remember a very touching episode of a short lived TV show called '3 rivers'. Mandy Patinkin was dying and donated his organs while alive since his heart was urgently needed in the hospital. Very touching episode with the recipients lining the halls as they pushed him to surgery.
 
For as much as she loved the world, and found it incredible, finding beauty in all things, she hated you. She hated you all, till death do us part was her favourite saying

Now, I don't know you, so please don't expect this to be accurate

The funeral is in the church I was baptized in. I don't want to burst into flames. :)
 
Have you been to one? This was for a friend that I have known since kindergarten. All the sad people line up along the hallway and they parade the nearly dead in their hospital bed followed by the family on their way to organ harvesting.

I know...right?

So, it was about 100 miles so I had to leave work early...which becomes relevant later. Found the hospital and fortunately met some other friends so the wait was better.

He fucking died at work. On the toilet, like Elvis. If I die at work I will be really pissed. Not crazy about that being the last visual memory I have of him. I suppose they can still have an open casket after harvesting. I heard there were 8 possible recipients lined up. That helps some...I guess.

But anyway...




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jdf5EXo6I68
 
My mother is living on a donated kidney. I can't help but feel it should have helped someone else. Someone younger, someone who appreciates life, someone who has fewer other health issues.

Still, my adult kidlets and I have an agreement. If anything happens to one of us, we consent to them scraping everything useful from the corpse.
 
My mother is living on a donated kidney. I can't help but feel it should have helped someone else. Someone younger, someone who appreciates life, someone who has fewer other health issues.

Still, my adult kidlets and I have an agreement. If anything happens to one of us, we consent to them scraping everything useful from the corpse.

On my Driver's License are the words, "organ donor".

I have too many friends living fairly well because of donations made by others.
 
On my Driver's License are the words, "organ donor".

I have too many friends living fairly well because of donations made by others.

Here, ultimately, next of kin has the final say over organs. If they object, nothing is donated. I'm guessing it's the same there... We used to have a donor card system, but next year we're changing to an opt out register.

Having it on licences is a genius idea. ID us one of the first things they go for in an emergency, and it's got to make it easier to raise the subject with next of kin.
 
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