OK, so Semanya Caster is a really good athlete, and she's boyish looking, some would say. This must mean that she is somehow not a woman, according to the athletics officials.
All of my expenses to donate a kidney were paid. All of my recipient's expenses were not. So he and I put together a little website over here at http://www.kidneytransplantationnation.com/ to retire said debt.
Soon, he'll be holding 50/50 raffles through the National Transplant Assistance Fund (still working out some code issues there), and there is also a link on the left of the page to make a direct, tax-deductible donation to his fundraising effort.
During my recent surgi-cation in NYC, D made the comment that she thinks that people are either motivated by passion or by fear. So smart, that D.
I am finding the fear-motivated people really tiresome lately, from the medical people who needed to try to discourage me from saving a man's life (I related a lot to this woman's story) to the marketers who just emailed me saying that my employees could be using Twitter instead of working right now!
Unclench and get out of my way, people. ;^)
It is apparently true that those who do not study history are destined to repeat it. I'm very sad to see that the police in Fort Worth re-enacted Stonewall on its 40th anniversary.
It seems very thoughtless to send police to conduct an "inspection" in a gay bar during a celebration of an end to police harassment of gay people, even if the police do *not* then beat the patrons. I've also never seen uniformed officers conduct bar inspections, but maybe that is just how you do it in Texas.
I have to add that if every woman who was ever touched by a man in a bar put the man in a coma ... there wouldn't be too many men left. I'm not saying that people can put their hands on each other like that -- they shouldn't. But it's not a death penalty offense. Women in that position just say, "Hey, stop it!" Perhaps ask your officers to try that instead?
Thanks to everyone who supported me through my adventures in Kidneyland. I had a ball, and I'm finally able to slip on a pair of pants again.
The knitting circle got me a get well soon tire, since my car developed a flat while I was away. Much more practical than flowers, esp. since I was barely in the hospital. And so hilarious, as get-well gifts go. There was talk of coating it in glitter and writing "Get Well Soon" in chalk, but cooler heads prevailed.
The man who got my kidney is doing fantastically well. I went home after one day, and he went home a few days after that, peeing like a racehorse, in the words of his surgeon.
So I'm home, with a bit of a cold, enjoying my coffee and writing thank-you notes. Thank you!