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23 Feb

When I talked to my Mom on the phone this week, she was telling me Del Minor (Mary’s mom) died at the beginning of the month.  Shaun (Mary’s gossipy sister-in-law) was being all shady when my mom asked when the funeral was going to be.  Obviously, Del was a central figure in our town and my mom knew her and thus wanted to pay her respects.  But after asking Shaun a couple of times and being told noncommittal answers my parents saw in the news that the funeral had taken place—2 days prior.  So I guess our family was blacklisted, which is shitty, though they probably could have looked in the news or talked to someone else about the date and time if they had really wanted to go.  But oh well.


So that night, I looked online to read the obituary.  And there it was—they listed the survivors.  And they listed them as couples.  There was several of Mary’s older siblings, then Tom (Mary’s brother) and his wife Shaun.  Then last in oldest to youngest order:  Mary Minor and this new name- Sandra __________.  At first I thought it was some kind of typo—they put one of Del’s sibs next to her youngest child’s name accidentally.  Because the Mary I know would never have her private life broadcast.  Especially if the town of Dayton was to see it.  Plus, how in the world would she even be with anyone?!


But I looked up the gal’s name online—and sure enough, there was not only a marriage announcement of Mary and this gal-but a picture!  I still would have doubted t, just because it was so out of character for Mary.  I mean, this is the person, who when I realized I was gay at the tender age of 18, she took my in the bathroom at work, with the fan on, and asked that I not tell her secret.  No regard for what I must have been feeling, how shell-shocked I might be–just ‘don’t tell anyone that she’s gay.’  But they blog supplemented the announcement with a picture.  So I knew without a doubt it was the same Mary I knew (past tense intentional).  Also, this Tahoe wedding happened in 2013? So I’m way behind the scene.  Which is good, because thinking about Mary and the cabin-mansion makes me feel icky inside and makes me have nightmares.  I had even asked my mom not to share the gossip she gleaned from Shaun or the community, because I don’t want to think about that part of my life.  And I guess that was necessary because even though Mary saw Shaun as an enemy when I knew her, Shaun must have gotten the picture that we are not on good terms, so she stopped sharing any information with my mom–she didn’t know.  And as much as I don’t like to think about those dark times, and dark characters, part of me wished I would have known—just for curiosity’s sake.


Obviously, a lot has changed.  The Mary I knew was an absolute PILL because she was such a closet-case.  Like, Kim and her were together for 6 years or something when they moved together to Dayton, and Mary was so secretive that she wouldn’t wear their ring on her left hand.  And when they moved neighborhoods, they did it at night—to escape prying eyes.  She never acknowledged who Kim was—even though it was fairly obvious.


Also Mary was a MESS when I went back in 2009.  Her and Kim were pretty over.  Mary played the part of the Godfather.  Cold and calculating and in control of the people around her and the information exchanged.  She was cheating with the hairdresser.  She invited me there, gave me my job back, then scapegoated me–I suspect because I knew too much and I was not an adequate replacement for her dead niece Brenna.  She was such an awful person at that time that I questioned if she had ever been a good influence in my life.  Had she always had sketchy ethics and I had been too naive to see it?  All I knew is that I was disillusioned and never wanted to have her in my life again.  When she subscribed to my Facebook page (really stupid because FB notifies you) I blocked her.  Just so she doesn’t exsist anywhere in my life.  And I would be horrified if I ran into her (which is highly plausible in a small town) when visiting my parents.  So with all those feelings, and my insider knowledge at least of that time in her life, it’s hard to imagine she’s OK enough now to attract a new girlfriend—let alone someone who wants to marry her.


And the fact the marriage was posted online and done in Tahoe was completely different from the Mary I knew.  I come back to it, jst because it astounds me.  I guess she’s grown as a person, so that’s good for her.  I can’t help but wonder if she’s alright now, or just the same shit-head with a new wife to treat badly and make disappear.  Mary has a way of dominating and being Godfather that makes other disappear.  She controls those in her inner circle, hides things from those outside, and annihilates those she deems enemies–however small their perceived infraction.  I say perceived, because Mary herself knows a few of those people were only defending themselves against her attacks–they didn’t do anything to warrant her wrath.  I have to wonder-Would we have animosity or see 2009 as a bad scene for both of us?  Water under the bridge or enemies forever?  I really don’t know, but her seemingly new outlook on life makes me wonder.


Also, does Kim know?  Is she coherent enough to?  Do Mary and her talk or hate one another?  And what does Mary see their relationship as?  A mistake?  Or does she see that she choked the life out of Kim, squashed her spirit until nothing but alcoholic coping and emptiness were left?  Kim probably had a genetic predisposition, and Mary fostered those drinking ways, but in the end, I think the seclusion and control are what really did Kim in.  And nows she’s just a shell of who she used to be.  I feel sorry about that, yet I don’t talk to her either, because there’s just nothing there.


I had so many questions!  And the whole thing gave me just icky feelings of remembrance.  One thing you can count on Dayton for is gossip.  I’ll hear eventually.

Dead Giveaway

13 May

I guess this turned into a sort of rambling post.  But in the interest in establishing routines, I’m going to publish it.  I also cleaned for an hour (after being at work for 11 hours) and ran a mile on the treadmill–just because it was raining outside.  So here’s my effort to write.  Tomorrow will be higher quality work, but today is about making habits:

It’s a creepy feeling to receive e-mails from someone when you don’t think THAT person actually sent the message. It’s truly weird when the sender has been deceased for 10 months. . .

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In other news, my 1st, 2nd, and 3rd (I was in Multi-Aged Group or MAG) grade teacher died last week. I’m sad I didn’t reach out to her more on Facebook, and I guess the word is disappointed I didn’t realize she was critically ill.

It’s also strange to think that I am now old enough that teachers and such are old enough to DIE. I mean, without an accident or some other incident that takes them too young. I’m old enough where people that impacted my life are getting old enough to go somewhat naturally.

Thirdly, Sloppy’s ashes and the necklace that contains part of her came back today. Family Pet Memorial does such quality work and is so compassionate! I felt really good about their turn-around, and did not hardly expect such a heavy discount for being an employee at one of the referring vet hospitals. But I was very, very thankful for it, as everything pet-related is adding up so quickly even with very substantial discounting from all sides. I appreciate all of it, and need to get on some thank you notes for sure.

I had empathy (sometimes) for people who couldn’t pay, (when they acted responsibly and weren’t over their heads, or actually couldn’t pay and it wasn’t just a priority issue) but this unexpected event has strengthened it.  I honestly, don’t know what real people do. . . I can see why people might get sticker-shock, have buyer’s remorse, or have to make tough decisions.  Kind of.  I do think good people work it out most times.  But it definitely can be hard.  Maybe I’m still undecided about this issue–it’s a case-by-case thing.

Lastly, I am very excited to reclaim my Goose without fear of eviction.  Though nervous about all of the logistics.

Should Have. . .

10 May

wisdom sx + tights 027Euthanasia is a difficult thing.  It’s hard to know if you’re making the right decision, and a responsibility I’m glad we have, but that can’t be taken lightly.  You just never KNOW when the right time comes.  I don’t want a buddy to suffer in any way, but I don’t want to jump the gun and disrespect life either.

That’s how it was with Sloppy.  She just suddenly got very ill and decisions had to be made.  You also second guess yourself about everything.

-Should I have taken her in for inappropriate urination immediately instead of putting it off until the end of the semester?  Even though she was notorious for peeing on things the whole time I knew her?

-Should I have given her a gratuitous lion cut?

-Maybe I should have put aside consideration for co-workers and MY job and just taken proper time to care for her more. . .  attentively (vitals, etc. . .) Monday at work.  Even though it was busy.

-Would a V/D x-ray have shown the impending congestive heart failure?  I only took a lateral to save time, and effort (for my co-workers), and supplies, and money.

-Should I have just left Sloppy at work Monday through Tuesday?  Even if it meant someone else would be left to clean her cage and take her vitals and treat her?

-If I hadn’t given her Buprenex on Tuesday for pain would I have noticed signs earlier?

-Did the pain medication cause Sloppy not to eat?  Would she have been OK if the opiates hadn’t put her in a 24 hour haze?

-Even though she finally settled down and seemed OK after a restless night Tuesday, should I have taken Sloppy to work with me Wednesday morning?

-I guess instead of trying to avoid going baaaack to work Wednesday and attempting to rinse the bladder by giving SQ fluids at home on Wednesday, anti-nausea medication, and trying to entice her to eat, I guess I should have taken her straight to work.

-If I had taken her in at 11 AM, instead of 2 PM, would the treatments relieved her symptoms instead of making them worse?

-Would I have seen signs of respiratory trouble if I had taken Sloppy home Wednesday night?  How long did she struggle before anyone came back to the building?  *Some things it’s better not to know*

-I woke up at 5:40 AM Thursday and thought about going in at 6:30 AM to clean and treat Sloppy–but didn’t because I thought it would confuse everyone (NO one reads, charts or records or the board) about what she did overnight, and besides, she might get treated twice.

-I thought about going in to clean and treat and maybe pick up Sloppy at 7:00 AM, but decided if I were scheduled to work, another person (or 2 b/c Cool would of course want to visit) in that small area would be more annoying then helpful, so opted not to.

-At 7:30 AM, I looked at the clock and thought about calling, but also knew everyone would have JUST gotten there and were probably trying to clean and take vitals and wouldn’t know anything yet anyway so a call would be bothering them.

-I should have taken my phone into the bedroom with me when I resumed closet-cleaning instead of leaving it by my laptop, because even though the volume was on 7, I never heard it when work tried to get a hold of me repeatedly.

Then, you never know when the end is.  I didn’t know what to do when I saw Sloppy’s distress.  best seat in the houseWhen you’re emotionally involved, it’s difficult to see clearly–without hope intruding upon logic.  The x-rays?  Suddenly cloudy.  The respiration were 90 outside the oxygen kennel and still 60 inside it.  Sloppy looked scared and uncomfortable.  But could Lasix bring her out of it?  She had JUST been fine.  I gave her vaccines just Monday.  She had been bright-eyed that day.  I never expected to have to make life-decisions by Thursday.  So I gave myself a parameter [Side-note:even though Sloppy has been Cool’s cat for the last 14 years and only mine for the last 4 years, she sort of defers to me as the expert.  Which I, in no way feel like.  Especially in a dire circumstance such as that.]  If the prognosis was poor or grave we would say our goodbyes.  If the vet said fair, we would do all things necessary, no matter the money or sleeplessness or time involved.  Options were presented:

-Should I have taken Sloppy to emergency that night?

-Should I have taken the O2 cage home and tried to let everything leave her system?

-Would she just turn a corner given more time (24-48 hours)?

-Or would she just suffer?

Christmas fun 022Finally, I asked the prognoses.  Poor in the short term and grave long term.  And I had my answer.  So then it fell upon me to make Cool understand, convince her the right choice to make, support her best I could, and give Sloppy as best of a last moment as possible.  But still, I had doubt.  It was difficult to keep to my initial parameter of prognosis to dictate what to do.  And I knew suspected (I know nothing definitively) I had played a part in the rapid down-turn, which made everything worse.

Bottom line is everyone was trying to help Sloppy.  And sure maybe some wrong choices were made.Sloppy doing the shirt  But it’s so easy to see them looking backward, already knowing the outcome now.  You re-think every decision you made and didn’t and it could really make a person crazy.  And what’s the point of that?  What’s done is done and Sloppy is gone anyway.  I just hope she realizes how much she was loved. . .  Sloppy-Joe, I love you and we miss you ❤

Too Young to Die

17 Mar

Apparently cheerleading gave me a lot of negative feelings. I regularly have nightmares involving HeatherLaurel's pics 844, ring leader of the bitchy girls, also my other former catty teammates, and my mom who tried to instill rules and truly coach it as a sport.

If I were suspicious I would say it’s Heather’s way of haunting me from the grave and getting the last word in.  As a practical person, I guess it’s just unresolved issues.  But how to resolve them when the person involved is no longer with us?

Also, speaking of high school and people no longer with us–I found out this week that my prom date died.  I met him through Mary (you remember her, no doubt), my first boss.  She set me up to go to MY prom with her nephew who lived in the Reno area.  But he asked me to his prom, called me, and we went on several movie Laurel's pics 616and food dates that year.

Both proms were fun, but then I never heard from him again.  Just suddenly too, so I never knew what happened.  But I had a lot of other things going on (realizing I was gay, for one) so I didn’t think about him too much.

So the Minor family gossip told my mom who told me the news.  Which wasn’t detailed at all.  Drugs.  Don’t know exactly how.  Didn’t find out where.  It made me sad.  It seems so avoidable, and he was too young to go.  What a waste.  Drugs are horrible.  It also made me insanely curious–nobody knows what occurred -how does that happen?  I hope to hear of more details just to feel a little more settled about it.

Theodore-George-Minor__mug shot 1-26-13Teddy’s dad said he doesn’t care.  Which is definitely the Minor family way of dealing with things–acting hard-hearted and going into denial   It’s frustrating, because of COURSE a father cares if his son dies.  Even if they didn’t have a good relationship in life.  Even if the son is on drugs or acting like a monster.  Especially when the only other sibling died at 17 years old.

It was a strange thing to find out.  And both deaths of people I sort of knew at one point (at least saw frequently) made me feel bad.  I can’t call myself close to either Heather (I DIDN’T like when she was alive) or Teddy (who I guess ditched me) but they are still young lives lost.  And I wonder what goes on in the region, because that isn’t the first or even the second person I’ve known in Northern Nevada to die too young. . .

Andy Purr Shark

5 Nov

This is a long overdue post.  For you sensitive-sauruses it regards death and euthanasia, so if you can’t take that sort of thing–stop reading.

You know when an event is fresh in your mind, and you want to write all about it and how it made you feel–but you’re super busy?  So you make a note to do it later.  But then, when you have the time, it seems like the event is no longer as relevant   Like you missed a certain window, so maybe you shouldn’t write about it at all?  That happens to me frequently.  Which is also the reason I haven’t posted the murder or moving blogs I started a while back.  Then, the longer you hold on to those posts–the farther back and back the actual event is.  Until it’s a distant memory and not pertinent at ALL.  But I’m posting this one (and probably those other 2 as well) because Andy deserves to be recognized.

Andy was a good buddy.  And my work took him in because his original owner moved to a place where she couldn’t have pets.  So she had a mind to euthanize the buddy.  And his kidneys were bad.  But he was spared and lived another year or more in the clinic.

At the end, it was hard to tell if it was time to euthanize.  And I didn’t want to do it for our own convenience   That is no reason to end a life.  So I was trying to be very mindful about how Andy was doing, not what our work schedule dictated.  But you know when you look at something every day, how you might get too close and not SEE the details anymore?  Maybe that happened to me.  Andy seemed much the same between Wednesday and Friday.  I didn’t think we should do it Friday, because it didn’t really seem like he was suffering.  Then Saturday was the same story.  He didn’t seem much different to me.

And suddenly, Andy’s former owner started visiting a lot.  And requesting we call her so she could be present when we euthanized him.  Which I had/have mixed feelings about.  I consider moving to a place where you can’t have pets irresponsible.  I have ALWAYS had pets when I’m trying to move.  And it’s a serious pain, and hugely limits my rental possibilities, and ramps up the costs, but you do it.  You call around and that’s your first question–Do you accept cats?  How many?  What’s the rent/pet-rent/deposit?  Because of pets I have always payed more and lived in crummier places–but that’s the way it is.  You don’t just move and THEN find out they’re not allowed and go euthanize them or take them to the shelter.  You think of your pets FIRST if you have them.  So that kind of thing is NOT cool with me.  But there is no such thing as TOO much love, and you could tell Andy remembered her, and when I say I’ll do something I’m true to my words. . .

Cool and I went in to check him and give him SQ fluids on Sunday before we went to Green Bluff’s Apple Festival.  I didn’t want to euthanize Andy JUST because it fit better into our schedule and no one would be there Sunday, so we fit it into our plans.  He looked much the same, was in the same sun-spot, and gave us a big purr, but wouldn’t stand up to eat.  But it didn’t seem like he was suffering and warranted any phone call to bring a vet in.  But my boss just happened to breeze in.  She was on her way to euthanize a dog of a friend.  And she was sort of hurried and rushed.

She said–What are we keeping him alive for?!  Let’s get it done.  Which I hated.  No one likes insensitivity, and she was just trying to maximize her time.  But she had a point–Andy wasn’t going to get any better.  He had already slowed down, and we knew his time was fast approaching.  And I wondered–did I spare him on Friday or Saturday for him?  Or because I wasn’t ready?  And I don’t believe in making a creature suffer for my own selfish reasons, so I really had to take stock.  When I looked at Andy, he looked up and sort of urped.  Through his anti-nausea injection.  Then I wondered if he’d just been sitting there since Friday nauseous.  Which is one of the WORST feelings ever.  So I said OK, but we have to call his former owner b/c she wants to be present.

And my boss didn’t want to do it in front of her–she was rushed and wanting to move on and euthanize this dog, and I could tell she didn’t have any respect for an owner that was so irresponsible.  But I persisted that the owner had written her phone number on a paper and asked me to call her if it was going to be done during our off-hours.  And my boss–was just like too bad.  So what could I do?  I thought it was a little unethical–but then again this owner no longer had any say over the cat.  But it was a precarious situation none-the-less.

And Cool was still there with me.  My mind was on Andy.  I wanted him to have love during his last moments.  I wasn’t thinking about anything except him.  So as Cool stood by, my boss unceremoniously injected the Beauthanasia and Andy died.  Then he did the ugly agonal breaths that no one likes to see.  And my boss just went about her business  gathering supplies for her next euthanasia.  None of her characteristic sensitivity or familiar explanations about the process.  Then, I remembered Cool standing there.  She looked disturbed.  So we put Andy’s body in the freezer and hastily left.

It was Cool’s first euthanasia.  And no sensitivity at all.  She was upset by the disrespect for life.  She was near tears and picturing Andy’s ugly post-death breaths.  It was not a good experience.  Which makes it difficult to explain why I’m OK with helping put animals down in my line of work.  Or trying to explain that was unusual and the doctors are mostly always sensitive and compassionate–it was just an off day for a clinic cat. . .  It put a damper on our fun plans–the day really.

So when it’s time to euthanize Sloppy-Joe, I’m going to have a hard time convincing Cool to do it.  Because of her Andy experience she is inclined to let Sloppy die on her own accord at home.  Which I think is worse.  It’s a lot more suffering then gently helping them out. . .

But anyway, I miss (and Beezer-kitty) misses Andy.  He was a good purr-shark and loved by all.  But we know he’s in a better place now.  And it WAS awkward when I saw his former owner next.  Someone had indicated to her that I had called in the vets to euthanize him (not the case, as I hadn’t been convinced myself).  Making it all the more evident that I didn’t call her to be present.  But I figured what was done was done, and bringing up the truth did not really matter at that point.  I just went with it and told her I missed Andy–which I do.

A Serious Topic

16 May

Death.  This is heavy, and belief-laden.

It’s really confuses me when religious (churchy) people seem to have a difficult time dealing with death. Whether it’s their pet or a loved human or someone they don’t know very well, I am surprised when they struggle with it.  Isn’t that a major tennent of organized religion?  Going to heaven, reuniting with passed loved ones, possibly meeting God/Jesus/whoever your belief-system requires?

I’m not afraid of death.  Of course I miss people and pets close to me who are no longer here:  Grandma Reathel (especially!), Max and Jellybean, Toby the turtle, Squirt, Buddha-Bob, Ladybug, Anja and Tucker. . .  And I don’t like when someone really young dies, or if a person/animal were taken in a really unexpected or particularly tragic way.  Or–worst of all–if a pet is euthanized for financial reasons.  But, But, But:  I believe there are things much worse then death.  I feel bad for loved ones left behind (and me)–but I know whoever died is much better off then they are here.

Also, I know the dead are with me–in my memories, in my dreams, and maybe even in spirit.  They are with me when I need them, and they still live in my mind.  Not in a *hearing voices, hallucinating* way, but just in the sense they positively impacted my life, and that cannot be erased.  That goes for any person that has survived the death of a loved one.

A lot of people mistake my views as a lack of compassion.  I do FEEL.  I know everyone deals with these things differently.  There is no one way to grieve.  I just find it peculiar when a person with strong religious conviction seems terrified of death, slow to end a pet’s misery and suffering, or reacts strongly even when a stranger passes.  I feel they should have an inner calm about the process if they do in fact believe in their spiritual teachings.

What Do You Say???

9 May

When you almost kill an animal? I’m sorry–it’s not enough. Plus, that’s obvious–I was/am sorry. This is why/here’s an excuse/cast blame–no one wants to hear it. No one cares. It just makes you look like even more of an a$$hole, as well as irresponsible.

Well, it happened today. To me unfortunately.  I’ve seen a lot of co-workers do really stupid or neglectful things over the last 17 years of being inside vet hospitals in one capacity or another.  But somehow I escaped any REAL, REAL bad situations.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my share of screw-ups–but nothing LIFE threatening thus far.  I don’t even know how it happened today. It’s something I do nearly every day I work. I know the seriousness of the task, I realize the consequences. And yet. . . It still happened. And worse, my attention was elsewhere, and I didn’t catch my mistake in a hurry. Luckily, our tech did.

It was almost the most horrible scene ever. If it had played out, we would have lost that animal–completely MY fault. A lot of vets would have yelled at me.  Mine didn’t.  Maybe she should have. . .  That kitten could have died this morning.  And if it had–and if I hadn’t been fired on the spot (which maybe I would have been), I would have quit.  Right then and there–no matter the financial consequences to me.

And now I’m nervous. I don’t know why it happened. Was I too tired? Too upset about *insert LIFE here*? Did I get distracted? Was I f^cking around?  Do I just not care as much as I should? I really don’t know why I messed up so badly, so it’s a difficult thing to prevent/change/avoid. And of course, a lot of trust is lost when something like that goes down.  Everyone else loses trust in me–and I lose trust in me.

That’s all I have to say.  Because, really, what else is there?

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Guns + Testosterone

5 May

= mostly annoying + unsuccessful

As you read in my last post, a woman in the next apartment complex got stabbed to death while walking her dog (a pit-bull) on the lower trail just a few yards away.  Spokanistan’s big solution to the fatal stabbing on the trail along my street?  Carry a gun.

I find this logic faulty for a few reasons:

1)  The stabbing was a surprise–as most attacks are.  This dude jumped out of the bushes on a random morning and stabbed a stranger.  No motive.  No connection.  No warning.  How could an unsuspecting person, notice a threat, control their dog, get their concealed weapon out, pull the safety, aim, and shoot in time?  I suspect no amount of ammunition, protective animal, or self-defense skills could have prohibited this particular incident. . .

2)  I don’t feel like a bunch of trigger-happy, fearful, or just testosterone-driven people should be carrying around firearms at all times.  How many accidents could occur where unintentional people/animals/self was shot?  What if the thing jumping out from the bushes was an off-leash dog playing fetch?  What if it was a child running through the bushes?  And what if the gun got in the wrong hands somehow?

How many of these gun-carrying citizens take the time to learn to appropriately use the deadly weapon?  One person’s logic was–“Well of course a person who spends hundred of dollars, and a large chunk of time acquiring a gun will take lessons in how to use it!”  Not so, Sir.  If that was true every person with a car and a driver’s license would have taken Driver’s Ed or auto-shop.  And we KNOW there are a ton of bad drivers out there.  And every person with a house would learn plumbing, electrical skills, gardening, decorating, etc, etc. . .  But obviously, there is employment in all those fields for a reason–not everyone learns to do those things just because they spent money and did a lot of paperwork to buy property.  JUST because something costs a lot, and requires some hoop-jumping to get–does not mean the item is used with skill.

3) I just didn’t like the tone of the debate.  Despite the tone of this post, I am FOR gun ownership.  I think the bad guys will have weapons with or without regulation–so the good guys should be able to defend themselves if necessary.  In this, I’m thinking of having it in your house in case of an intruder.  Or using it for responsible hunting/target practicing purposes.  That said, I draw a line at ignoramuses that just seem excited to carry and discharge a weapon because they can.  Guns are not a substitute for common sense, personal responsibility, and reasonable law enforcement measures.

I believe it is not a gun that would have diverted this horrible death.  I think a greater sense of community would have done a good job.  This neighborhood has been relinquished to the homeless, addicted, and transients.  All of us see it, and no one took steps to correct the problem.  At most, people move.  No one started a neighborhood watch program.  At the very least, someone should have spread the message to new-comers that the road/trail/river are not safe (to go on alone) on this side.  Had any neighbors reported being chased the weekend earlier, said something to police about possible drug deals going down along the road, or mostly–watched out for each other, this may not have happened.  Because there is a shortage of funds for police, lack of priority by the city to clean this area up, and apathy by residents about the goings-on near our apartments and houses, someone is dead.

Body Trade

26 Jul

There are 108,000 people in America alone that are waiting for an organ.  108,000!  The most coveted are:  Hearts, livers, and kidneys.  According to the Mayo clinic, doctors will not impede a person’s health to get their hands on your organs.  The ER doctor and the transplant doctors are different specialties and unlikely to communicate until AFTER an organ donor has already died.  As a continuation of that thought, organ donors are tested extensively (more so than non-donors) to make certain they are deceased.  Finally, organ donation does not cost the donor’s family anything.  And in regards to that open casket–the body is clothed so no one will be able to tell organs were harvested.  Also, they will replace bones with fakes, and try their hardest to keep blemishes to the back so the front (top) of the deceased’s body is presentable.  *Check out the full list of organ donation myths and facts at the Mayo website* Why wouldn’t you want to donate your organs?

Aside from educating people on the importance of organ donation, I had my own ideas of how to get more organs in circulation:

1:  Pay college students, or anyone who wants money, to donate a kidney.

You can live with just one.  These organs are in the very shortest supply of all organs.  Hospitals no longer disallow people to donate to non-family members.  If the price is high enough, it’s a win-win for all.  Hey, I donated my eggs to help infertile couple and make some quick cash–I would donate a kidney (for the right price) in a heartbeat!

2.  Harvest from criminals–they owe the community.

Though Lisa Ling’s documentary seemed to frown on China’s practice of harvesting organs from innmates, I think it’s a great idea.  People in prisons have hurt someone.  They are using taxpayer money to shelter and feed them.  After they are killed for their wrong-doings, why not let their body give back to the world?  We are just wasting the corpse if we don’t utilize their organs.

In the U.S. not only do we abstain from using the organs of criminals–we find it cruel and unusual punishment if the convicts don’t go on the very same waiting list as the “good” people.  That’s right, Little-Jonny could die waiting for a liver, because Rapist-Rob was higher on the list. . .  Something about that is very, very wrong.  Oh and as a side-note, since these inmates are in the prison system, taxpayers are expected to foot the sometimes million dollar transplant bills! *source for info is wiki, keyword organ transplant*

And the last stupid thing America gives it’s prison population?  We agree to shorten prison sentences if convicts suggest they will donate their organs.  Yes, we grant freedom if someone says they will become an organ donor–though there are strong stipulations that the prisoner has to bring this up–it is forbidden to suggest it to them.

3.  And on a brighter note–Make it mandatory that every person that gets their name on a donor recipient list, be an organ donor themselves.

This makes perfect sense to me.  If you are willing to take an organ, you had better be able to give something back yourself.  So you need a kidney–you can still give a heart or liver.  As a sad consequence of being on the waiting list for possibly 20 years, many people die before receiving their organ.  Maybe if they were on a donor list themselves, they could help others that are on lists for different organs.  It’s a bleak prospect, but not as dreary as all 108,000 people on all the lists to die for lack of viable organs.

How Native American would it be to utilize every portion of your own body after you die?  Give back to the world and become an organ donor.  It’s as easy is checking the box at the DMV.

Bye Bye Bob [posted 3-31-08]

17 Jan

Bob cheated death once.  As Terry, said—he used 16 of his 9 lives.  This crazy lung/heart/cancer conundrum took away his personality, and there was no chance of overcoming it. . .  Bob was put to sleep this afternoon.  Here are some of my favorite things about my Buddy-Bob:

Bob was always ornery—I loved his spunk

I didn’t love when Bob peed on furniture, but his persistence did make me smile

How he would DART outside, only to stop and eat grass

He would always scratch crazy things, despite the fact he didn’t have front claws

The way he would pin down Douche’s annoying cat Eris, and beat her til she screamed

How he would sit on the edge of furniture looking like a stuffed animal

The way he would stand up and ask to be picked up

He would always knead incessantly

How funny it was when you would pat his bottom and he would meow—but love it

The crazy look in his eye when he would roll in cat nip

How Bob would always beg for food, like a little fat-ass

How he cheated death and lived through 2 months of fatty liver

The way Bob was disgruntled about medication—he hated it!

How Buddha Bob would make himself gag to avoid force feeding

How Bob would wait until I fell asleep than stretch out on my pillow

The way Bob remembered Dr. Terry even 2 years after she saved his life

How cool it was that Buddha would let you kiss his nose—and ask you to do it

Bob thanked Dr. Terry for saving his life by making himself gag every time he saw her

How Bob refused to eat, drink, or pee at Noah’s Ark, and would rush to do it at home

How Bob had mad-face on even when he was getting euthanized, because he got poked

I loved that cat!