The no organ club

Due to the recent removal of my appendix I have been granted the pleasure of joining my family's infamous "no organ club". This is an opportunity I just can't pass up. Actually, its impossible for me to pass up. Its sort of too late to request that they leave all my organs where they are. So I find myself joined by my sisters Stephanie and Ashley in the frequent recovery ceremony. At first its kind of nice to relax and have no worries, but after awhile, as you can probably imagine, it gets annoying. Let me list a few of the reasons why.

• My parents enjoy forcing me to take naps every afternoon, which is amazing... except for when I'm not tired whatsoever.
• Everyone treats me like I'm porcelain and can't function like a normal person.
• I'm so sick of the questions "how are you feeling?", "what happened?", and "are you okay?"
• I don't get to do any "excessive" activity, like pick up my nephew, or go sledding.

Alright, I have to admit, there are definitely some pro's also.

• I have an excuse to get out of ANY situation.
• I can get most people to do whatever I want them to. Even if I don't ask.
• I have two new very large stuffed animals to entertain me...or my nieces and nephews.
• I get to be entertained by peoples faces of disgust as I show them pictures of my guts.

So I guess I can't really complain much, but overall, being in the "no organ club" is not quite as eventful as I pictured. But, on the bright side, I do have three new impressively small scars to prove my victory. I guess that will have to do for now.