NATIONAL TRANSPLANT WEEK

Transplants are, luckily, something most people never have to think about. I never thought about transplants or organ donation much before a few months ago, despite having CF.

But now i've been whooshed into this world that revolves around transplants, I feel like I really need to share how important it is.

It's understandable that talking about becoming an organ donor once you've passed away is a pretty intimidating thing. No-one wants to talk about, let alone even acknowledge their mortality. It's all a bit dire. So it gets pushed to the forgotten regions of your brain, while you then continue to live your life to its fullest. And so you should! Everyone should!

Everyone, including people who need new organs to live. So don't forget about it just yet. All it takes is to say to your loved ones, your family, that if something should happen, please let my organs be re-used! Sign the donor register! Live your life to it's fullest, then let someone else live theirs to their fullest too.

Organ donation is such an incredible thing, extremely life affirming, and really shows just how amazing human beings can be. The world isn't such a bad place when strangers give other strangers the biggest gift anyone can give.

Notch up your bravery, confront your mortality for 5 seconds and sign up for a donor card, tell a family member your wishes for after you die. Then you can forget about it. But at least you know that by doing that, you're probably going to save and dramatically improve someone's life.

It's not scary. It won't affect you when your alive.

SO CLICK THIS AND DO SOMETHING AMAZING!

And for everyone on the list, I hope you get your life changing call SOON! (This week would be super cool, non?)

DO IT!

I have succumbed

According to this little gadget I have on my google homepage, i've been waiting for a liver and a pancreas (and a little bit of gut - don't forget the gut!) for 49 days. The first 2 weeks flew by, but now it's like time has decided to play a cruel and torturous joke on me and go as slow as it possibly can. This gadget is also telling me it's been 32 days since i've had a McDonalds, which is worrying me. Pretty sure i've never gone that long without a MaccyDs before. At school I used to have McDonalds every day for lunch, even when my whole school was banned (inner city comprehensive. Rowdy bunch). This is one of the perks of having Cystic Fibrosis - you can eat all that good shit and not gain a drop of weight. My mum wrote a letter to the manager, explaining my high calorie dietry needs, and from then on, I was the envy of the whole school. My friends could come with me too - luckily I didn't have to choose between fatty goodness and friends. Though if it came down to it, I just might have chosen lonerville... 

So this waiting game is one of the reasons I have succumbed and started this blog. I spend my days doing nothing. I sleep, watch Home and Away, then Neighbours, then sometimes Law and Order but it gets really hardcore, then sometimes the channel 5 afternoon film. Notoriously always absolute rubbish. But so rubbish, it's really watchable. Just like Will and Kate the Movie. Dotted during this crap fest I eat as much food as I can, and work my way through all the physio and nebs and boring things like that. This lazy lifestyle is actually a pretty good way of making sure I do all my treatments. 

I'm not a fan of going out much these days - my crappy scarred liver and fat spleen have made it so I look pregnant, and have constantly low energy levels. It sucks. I don't go out unless i'm wearing a big baggy jumper, which as the weather is warming up, is making it harder and harder. So I stay home, be good, make sure my chest is tip top to deal with the upcoming transplant, and indulge in guilt-free slobbery. There aren't many times in life where that's acceptable, so i'm making the bloody most out of it. This is also why i'm up at 2 in the morning... I don't need to get up until 1.15, just in time for my Australian soap fest.