Monday, October 22, 2007
(Ok, really. This was a cool photo... just before it was taken, I reached over and flipped up Rachel's hair and managed to get my hand away before it was taken. I thought it was weird that her hair stayed up and it didn't get my hand in the photo)
Well, I need some more content for my blog, so I found an old email that everyone had fun with at the time. If you don't remember the story of Terry Schiavo, you can read about it here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terri_Schiavo.
I decided that I needed to come up with my own Living Will just in case I was ever in the same situation. Hopefully, I can remember all of these when I'm at the nursing home.
This is the official “Eric Lackey Living Will” given to my close family so that you do not fight over my life if I ever become a vegetable. Please do not be offended.
Please let me go if…
- Everyone gets bored of visiting me and would rather go the lake.
- Rachel stops “hanging” around and you see her out with other guys.
- My heart rate doesn’t go up when a Titans game comes on.
- I cannot eat Mexican, steaks, burgers, or pizza on a regular basis.
- I cannot go to the lake.
- My care takers are in debt because of my health care costs.
- You get more excited about my life insurance policy than seeing me.
- A machine is doing everything for me including talking to me while you are at the lake.
- You are considering strapping me to the back of the boat so you don’t feel bad about going to the lake.
- I say, write, or type “Please Kill Me” or anything similar.
Please do not let me go if…
- I say, write, or type “Hey, don’t pull my feeding tube. I want to live” or something similar.
- I pound out S.O.S. on the backboard of my bed or blink three times with my eyes.
- Rachel says “He looks happy to me”.
- I look like I’m having a good time.
- I still have more hair than Dad.
So, we got home and Rachel went to work on the test while I read the instructions. You assume that a plus sign means pregnant, but I just wanted to be absolutely sure. I mean what if the guy who designed the test didn't like babies and he thought not being pregnant was a plus. It turns out that the plus does mean pregnant. So, the first test came out with a plus. The vertical line wasn't as dark as the other one, so that made me a little uncomfortable. I had to beg Rachel to take a second one to confirm and she was finally able to after drinking a few liters of water. The second one was positive too. The first hour we were happy, but still in shock. We finally got to sleep around 2 and I'm really tired right now.
We are both really excited right now. I'm writing this first blog, but we haven't even told our parents or family yet. Rachel wants to do something "special", so I'll let her figure that out. My idea was to not tell anyone and see how long it took for Grandma to ask if Rachel was pregnant or just fat. I really want to tell Mom right now, but I'll wait. Rachel and I have been together since we were 14. I think everyone can wait a few more days.