I was able to capture my blood donating thoughts in my journal last night, and now I can share them with you all.
Well, I made it through the day and successfully donated blood. I was actually nervous this time just because I knew more since last time. Everything went well, even if the whole thing is a huge time suck. I guess no matter how many times you donate you have to fill out the exact same paperwork. If I have never lived more than three months outside the US the last time donated, and it hasn’t been three months since then, can we maybe assume I’m clean? I guess I could have taken up sleeping with a gay male prostitute intravenous drug-using hemophiliac with SARS but, well, what are the odds, really.
They had a ton of people donating. I had to wait my turn to even have the initial screening stuff done. Two of us went over to the tables at the same time, and whether he knew it or not, I was racing him to see which one of us would finish filling our bags first. I won – I don’t know if he had issues donating, but when he went over to the snack table he started to feel woozy so they made him go lie down and put cold compresses on his forehead, etc. Poor guy. He didn’t stand a chance against me.
I didn’t write that up on the computer last night because I was too tired. I blamed that on being down a pint combined with my dinner of American cheese slices. Cause it was late when I got home and I didn’t want to stand at the stove or anything. And nobody would run to UNOs to get me a fish sandwich (have you HAD one of these? I’m addicted). I had a few crackers too. And water. Lots of water.
I wonder what kind of hits I’m going to get based on that sentence up there. You know the one.
