It might be possible that the world needed an open-toed boot, but I'm pretty sure this ain't it. How hideous.

I thought that I was safe with a fashion link from ita. But, it was just as horrifying.

Allyson is 95% moved in to her new Apartment of Awesome.

I have just taken the world's longest cool shower and am now going to kick back and watch Spinal Tap in air conditioned comfort.

...but having an advance directive would mean that I knew ahead of time what I woudl want done, right? I have no idea what I would want. I mean, I don't want someone to keep me all Terry Schaivo if I'm clearly goop-for-brains, but don't like, not give me CPR, I'm still young, I have life ahead of me! But I figure if I'm goop-for-brains, I probably won't care.

Advanced directives aren't for only-need-CPR. It is prognosis dependent. At least mine is.

And it also is a designation of donation of organs for certain purposes over others.

Heh. Well, exactly. I have no directives to advance...[edit: if i had dependants, like you do, or a partner, I figure I would need more of that kind of thing, but...]

My mother insisted that everyone in the family put a cell phone entry under "ICE" (for In Case of Emergency) with all the emergency numbers. On some TV show, they said that the first responders know to look for that. I probably ought to put in my allergy info, too, now that you mention it. Though the only medication I'm allergic to is an antibiotic that's been take off the US market because way too many people had allergic reactions to it. (Discovering that allergy was freaky. One day, I was at a rehearsal, and I was supposed to be dancing, and I realized that I couldn't bend my knee. Had some weird bumpiness and swelling around it, but I'd been having knee problems all year, so I figured this was just one more weird thing. Went home, went to sleep, woke up, and could only open one eye. Went to a mirror and freaked out -- I was covered with hives, including several around my knee that were keeping it from bending, and one of my eyelid that was keeping that eye swollen shut.)

But you do. You just said that if you were goop-for-brains you wouldn't want to be kept alive. That's an advanced directive.

Well, yeah, but as I said--if I have goop-for-brains, I probably won't care if I'm still alive, so if it makes someone else feel better, so be it.

I know my parents have it written somewhere that if they're both unable to make decisions, I'm in charge of medical decisions and my sister's in charge of financial decisions. I've talked to both of them about what they'd want. My mom is pretty clear on what she wants. My dad doesn't seem to really know -- he's told me a few specific scenarios where he knows what he'd want, but he didn't have any sort of general philosophy the way my mom did.

My dad has been convinced for several years that he is dying anytime now. (He may, he's not in great health, though nothing in particular is heading to dead, specifically) On the way out of the house my sister and I were discussing his "but you might get hit by a bus!" thing--earlier, she'd shown up for dinner while my mom and I were still at the movies, and dad had run to the store. She was like "Eh, I figured he'd died and you were all at the hospital" (our cellphones were off, in the movie, and dad doesn't have one).

She said dad told her his wishes recently, because he's obsessed lately...but then said she tuned it out! I was like "Ah well. He'll be dead, what'll he do, haunt us?"