Apparently, CBS is airing a new drama called “Three Rivers” this fall. It has to do with organ donors and all their wacky shenanigans… or something like that.
If CBS is going to gank my family’s lives, the least they could do is cast me in the show. For God’s sake, I’m wearing a “Presby – The Beat Goes On” t-shirt right now.
Seriously, ask Joe.
And who says I’ve gained weight? I still fit into a shirt from the 4th grade.
Back to the lecture at hand. My grandfather (a.k.a. Papa) had a heart transplant at UPMC Presbyterian when I was 9… or was it 10? My brain is mushy tonight.
(I had an asthma test there, so I’m not sweating anything either.)
The show looks pretty hokey and unrealistic from the commercial. I mean, some lady was meeting with a recipient and said, “Let me feel my daughter’s heart.” Preeeetttty sure you can’t know to whom your daughter’s heart went. Nor can you know from whom you received a heart. A little thing called medical privacy.
Still, it’s good that they are bringing attention to the importance of organ donation. I say, take everything you need from my body, even the butt if you need a little extra cushion.
Honestly, though, I don’t think I’ll be tuning in to see the show. No matter how much I miss the spires of PPG Place.