You can’t have my eyes or my skin. They’re mine and I’d rather not have you take them. I’m an organ donor and well neither of those are technically organs so I’m keeping them. Even if I’m dead.
I had to make a visit to the lawyer today. Apparently when you turn into a grown up (though I’m still not admitting to being one) you have to make a will and if you don’t want to end up brain dead in a hospital after an accident you have to have a living will. It will seriously put a damper on your day to have to think about who’ll be in charge of unplugging you when the day comes, and who gets to manage your estate (or in my case lack thereof) when you’re gone.
What an honor. To be a beneficiary and a legal advisary for someone so incapacitated they can’t function, think or decide anything on their own. I’m not so sure I’d want the job so I feel a little guilty assigning it off to family members. I’ll be sure to leave them something good, like my cookbook collection or extensive collection of Christmas decorations to make up for it. Now don’t you wish you were related to me?
According to the lawyer I’m ahead of just about everyone my age. Anyone below the age of about 35 apparently thinks they’re invincible and doesn’t require a will. Me on the other hand… I’m convinced that I’ll end up as a quadriplegic in a coma by the age of 30. I’ll keep you posted on that progression, though will my schizophrenic driving it may happen before then. Just kidding, sort of.
I’m also the girl that is always reluctant to go to the doctor because I refuse to be known as a hypochondriac. I put off going to the doctor when I had my appendix out because I was worried they would tell me it was just indigestion and that I needed to go home. So I put it off and put it off and convinced myself it really was getting better. Then I had surgery because in actuality it wasn’t.
So back to the whole writing my will… the real kicker of the whole thing is I get to determine exactly what organs they can take… I’ve been secretly worried about this for months. I don’t want anyone touching my skin or my eyes. How creepy is that? AND NOW, I get to put that in my will… and nobody can have them. It’s a good day.