On being an Organ Donor

On my license, it says I'm an organ donor, but the truth is I'd consider being an organ martyr. I'm sure I'm worth a lot more dead than alive - the sum of the parts equal more than the whole. I wonder who might wind up walking around with my liver, my lungs, even my eyeballs. I wonder what poor sod would get stuck with whatever it is in me that passes for a heart. Why I wonder did I check that box on the form saying I wanted to be an organ donor.

Not that I really care actually. Once you're dead you're dead right? So does it matter that I'm cut up and parts of me are taken out to be transplanted into someone else's body. Of course I'd have to be a compatible match. Liver & lungs?...hmmm...at the rate I'm drinking and smoking these days, that may not be an option. Oops! Oh well, that's not for me to worry about either, i did my bit by checking the box ;)

I totally oppose however having my body used for research or for medical students to practice on. Now that I make very clear. It's weird that I feel so strongly about it especially since I just declared once you're dead you're dead and what does it matter but it does. Yes, yes we've long ago established that I'm a weird one but go figure anyways!

I leave you with this quote on death and dying "Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows."

How many tomorrows do I have left i wonder....