Todd Terwilliger

Google seems to think so.

And why not? Why can’t I treat myself to a new organ?

I don’t think I’ve put the hardest miles on my current liver but it’s got 35+ years of wear and tear. I drank a ton of soda in my day, a fair amount of coffee and tea too. Okay, so I haven’t laid waste to it through booze but I’m sure it’s past its warranty.

Don’t get me wrong, I think my liver’s got some good years ahead of it but I’ve got to think for the future. If I can stay death-free, I’m looking at, at least, another 40 to 50 years of life ahead of me. It won’t do to approach the sunset of my life unprepared. What if I want to take up drinking in a few years? Nothing says graceful aging like a raging scotch addiction. 25 year old Glenlivet in a crystal glass over a few perfectly cubed blocks of ice. It suits my predilection for the trappings of wealth. I could do that.

But not with a liver on its last legs, not with that handicap. No, only a fresh liver will do. Fresh, pure, new. Google, you’ve talked me into it.

Now what to do about those other pesky bits: heart, lungs, stomach. It looks like I’ll be shopping at the organ bank this weekend. I wonder if they’ve got a layaway plan. I’ve got to prepare.

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