Apologies dear readers for the lack of update, full time work genuinely takes its toll on time and tiredness. So much that I’ve often wondered my worth on this planet, even more so since I signed up for organ donation.
Apparently only 29% of British citizens have signed up for the harvest after death, whether that has something to do with mass selfishness or the statistics count under 18s, I have decided to try and identify the over looked subject of organ donation.
Maybe some people just want to look beautiful when they die, or perhaps like my good friend said to me, “How do you know they’re going to the right person?” Organ donation has struck the nerves of the human opinion since it first began in 1954.
Knowing that my research wouldn’t be enough I decided to rely (and be lazy) by asking the question, “What are your views on organ donation.” Within an hour, I wish I’d never asked, however it did prove something; some will, some won’t, some might be persuaded.
In particular, if a person spent their entire life abusing themselves through drink, drugs, smoking, over eating and no exercise do they deserve a transplant? I suppose that’s the same as asking, does someone deserve to live or die; you’re not god (a god) so don’t answer that.
After I signed up for organ donation a very wise and intelligent person decided to scare the hell out of me, by saying this. “If you were in a 50 car road pile up and you had a 50/50 chance of survival, the doctors could attempt to save you, yet if they knew that you were an organ donor and if you died you could save 7 people’s lives, are you the priority?”
This is a valid point and the reason why after 2 years after passing my test, I still don’t have a car.
If you decide to sign up for organ donation you will be presented with a card that asks you to tick which parts of the body you’re happy to give away, bearing in mind that if you decide to keep something you’ll be asked why.
A work colleague told me that she wanted to keep her eyes; she received an enquiry phone call asking why for statistical purposes. I expected her to claim that they were her eyes to do with as she pleased, instead she told the man, “I want to see where I’m going when I pass over.”
Like an idiot I’ve given them everything, so it’s safe to say I won’t be coming back from the dead.
Since I was 17 I’ve battled with a fear of giving blood, as much as I’d love to, the idea makes my right arm shake, my knees tremble and my stomach flip; I also see spots. Needless to say, if I go down this road it won’t end pretty, so instead I opt for organ donation – at least I’ll be dead.
Saturday 10 March 2012
Wednesday 18 January 2012
New Year Pandemics
On the dawn of each New Year, records stream wildly on the media of the newest foreign affliction. In 1999 it was mad cow disease, in 2009 swine flu reached UK land and now a bird flu pandemic threatens to cross Chinese waters to infect the brits.
Is it simply media spin mixed with paranoia and ignorance that leads us to hide under our blankets, and tell the boss “it’s S&D”, when only your nose is running - or is there possibly another cause?
After all the excitement of the festive period finally calms down, the turkey gets thrown out, the decorations put away and you munch that last mince pie. There seems to be a worldwide collective downward plummet into New Year illnesses, which later follow onto cold evening droughts of bottle abuse – even though you drank a skinful over Christmas.
Like a trigger, the brand new beginnings seem to follow on the start of coughs, colds and S.A.D (seasonal adjustment disorder).
We all understand that in the coming months, winter will always be a season filled with this kind of national ‘health’. But we can’t deny that sometimes it’s our own attitudes that lead us to the Night Nurse.
All would agree that returning to work plays a big factor in making you feel like hell; it’s not that you necessarily dislike your job, you just don’t rise well before the sun does.
Recently I’ve began to understand those that work the 9-5pm shift. They will happily fall out of their 6am wake up and four bus journeys a day routine.
In the colder months, we all need a few extra hours that we aren’t getting, perhaps like the animals we too should be hibernating. But instead we de-ice our cars, rev the engine and sit in rush hour traffic most of the morning.
The added stress, can lead to depression and then physical illness, in fact if you don’t recognise the pattern, it might keep going around in circles.
The media often point the finger at numerous causes, spreading the statistics and ‘facts, then forget to flag up the one thing that funnily enough, might be the real cause of our weak immune systems.
On top of this, the second January hits, every girl in eyeshot begins to panic about the 4lbs they’ve gained. Creating mass female starvation, where 500 calories a day is greedy.
Zumba and the latest fitness craze are a must every weekday night, followed by fatigue and flu like symptoms.
The latest issue of Glamour will have Dr Nuttjobs latest crash diet guaranteed, whatever happened to storing up for the winter?
Perhaps the only answer is to just sit at home warm and cosy with the heating on full blast, don’t work, drink or give a fudge about your how much you’re eating.
Alternatively you could just stop believing everything you read in the media, take it easy and try not to kill yourself.
Is it simply media spin mixed with paranoia and ignorance that leads us to hide under our blankets, and tell the boss “it’s S&D”, when only your nose is running - or is there possibly another cause?
After all the excitement of the festive period finally calms down, the turkey gets thrown out, the decorations put away and you munch that last mince pie. There seems to be a worldwide collective downward plummet into New Year illnesses, which later follow onto cold evening droughts of bottle abuse – even though you drank a skinful over Christmas.
Like a trigger, the brand new beginnings seem to follow on the start of coughs, colds and S.A.D (seasonal adjustment disorder).
We all understand that in the coming months, winter will always be a season filled with this kind of national ‘health’. But we can’t deny that sometimes it’s our own attitudes that lead us to the Night Nurse.
All would agree that returning to work plays a big factor in making you feel like hell; it’s not that you necessarily dislike your job, you just don’t rise well before the sun does.
Recently I’ve began to understand those that work the 9-5pm shift. They will happily fall out of their 6am wake up and four bus journeys a day routine.
In the colder months, we all need a few extra hours that we aren’t getting, perhaps like the animals we too should be hibernating. But instead we de-ice our cars, rev the engine and sit in rush hour traffic most of the morning.
The added stress, can lead to depression and then physical illness, in fact if you don’t recognise the pattern, it might keep going around in circles.
The media often point the finger at numerous causes, spreading the statistics and ‘facts, then forget to flag up the one thing that funnily enough, might be the real cause of our weak immune systems.
On top of this, the second January hits, every girl in eyeshot begins to panic about the 4lbs they’ve gained. Creating mass female starvation, where 500 calories a day is greedy.
Zumba and the latest fitness craze are a must every weekday night, followed by fatigue and flu like symptoms.
The latest issue of Glamour will have Dr Nuttjobs latest crash diet guaranteed, whatever happened to storing up for the winter?
Perhaps the only answer is to just sit at home warm and cosy with the heating on full blast, don’t work, drink or give a fudge about your how much you’re eating.
Alternatively you could just stop believing everything you read in the media, take it easy and try not to kill yourself.
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