Pulling Chuck’s Plug
Despite the fact that I know better, I don’t currently have an Advance Health Care Directive. That’s the California term for a document that tells people (broad definition meant to include BorgHealth) when to pull the plug and who gets to do the pulling. After reading and hearing way too much about Congress and the courts and poor Terry Schiavo in Florida, I still know I should but haven’t done it. I’ll admit I have issues with both mortality and trusting people, and neither of them play well in trying to put my desires into words.
But let it be known to all here present, blah, blah, blah, and duly witnessed by the spambots assembled amongst us, that my parents, siblings, any currently unidentified future spouse or even some one-night-stand with delusions of caring for me until death do us part should feel free to fight amongst themselves over the issue, BUT my congressman absolutely has no say in the matter. None, whatsoever.
Adding in some links to good posts on the issue:
Handful of Sand
Worldwide Ryan