idiocy
Thursday, September 11, 2003
ok, the blood supply is on a thousand "dangerously low" crazy alerts, and i, being the vaguely good socialist that i am, said i would give blood. I'm not so into needles, but, hell, they were having it on 9-11 and those nebulous yet-to-be-sorted-out feelings showed up, as usual, unnannounced, and it's good to give blood anyways, so....i show up at 11:15 this morning and am handed a pile of literature to read.the green one is pretty suspicious about how they test your blood now, etc. etc. and may keep a sample on file for future testing...sketchy, but i'm ok with it. i decide it falls into the category of..."unless i'm going to go live in the wilderness with the dogs and the guns thing" again. besides, if they want to ruin your life, they will no matter how much you worry about it...(the evil "they", not the Red Cross)
onward.
the purple one is all about SARS.
i'm ok on the SARS front.
Despite the running joke to the contrary from last winter and a certain tall man from Brooklyn i am pretty sure i'm not at risk of passing SARS on.
and then i'm suddenly knee deep in mad cow disease.
yes, ladies, gentlmen, and bob, i cannot give blood, from here til ever, because i lived in Europe for several years in the early 1980s. i am not making this up.
mad cow disease.
sighs.
i am wondering if i can still be an organ donor. it still says so on my license.
and while we're on the subject (s) of not freaking out about what you can't prevent, and doing good where you can, and also how i hate stupid people in general....well, the organ donor thing is the connector here...see, i had this ex-boyfriend who was all "Mr.-Sarcastic-there-is-no-god, i'm all smarter than everyone else, there's no life after death, there's nothing mystical or beautiful or whatever about anything, it's all math and money" type. Anyways, he was also a racer of motorcycles.
In theory, by default, in touch with the fact that he could be snapped in two at any moment with his guts tossed everywhere for the all world to see and the vultures to eat...yet he refused to be an organ donor.
"You don't believe in god.
You say when you die, you're just dead.
What the hell do you need your organs for then?
You'll be dead!"
i shit you not, his answer, Mr. Smarty-pants science man's answer was...
"Well, that's just creepy."
what???!!!???
idiot.
You may notice the "ex" part of the boyfriend title.
it's a pretty evening out.
i live mostly free, i'm mostly happy, i get to hang out here and be me.
so while i have my -yet-to-be-donated lungs still in my body, i am going to out and love my life.
i am pleased. i am lucky.
sometimes very lucky.
and sometimes just cursed as usual.
here's the quote of the day from b. griffin the great:
"ps: it's september 11 - the terrorism fairy is coming! i hope she
brings me
a new bike! or a sister! (or maybe a puppy...)"