And My Kidneys Go To....

I waltzed into my clinic today to find the boss and my two assistants in a 'stand-off'. They all turned to me when I came in and I had a sense that something was about to happen. I did a quick search of my conscience, and figured I didn't do anything wrong, at least that I know of.

"Do you want to donate your organs?" asked the boss.

"Come again. What did you say?" This didn't sound like I did anything wrong. Or maybe what I did was not salvageable and I had to donate a kidney to my patient?

"We are recruiting organ donors. You want to give yours away? Did you check your email by the way?" explained the boss.

"Sure I did but the link to register wouldn't open." I did remember to check it.

And so, yours truly has decided to sell donate all usable organs upon my death. I was looking for a clause in the registration to see if I could specify who I didn't want to donate them to; like the annoying old woman who bugs me for an earlier appointment every three weeks or say a terrorist or the guy who decided Krispy Kreme was not worth keeping open in Hong Kong. It is a skewed Chinese belief that you should die with all body parts intact. I have people who refuse an amputation in life threatening situations and thereby loose their lives. One told me that she needs both her legs when she is a ghost so she can walk. I told her she could use her Zimmer frame and that ghosts float about anyway. She was not convinced.

There are certain things I think I have planned out in my life such as the colour of the carpet I want in my dining room (green) and that I want to be cremated to save space. And since I am going to be dust I don't think I need to be such a big bottle of dust. For, even in death, the amount of dust you generate can be an indication of how skinny you were.