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I donated blood this morning. I was supposed to do it a few nights ago but couldn't make it, so I rescheduled. No big deal, I pretty much donate every eight weeks. Got my gallon pin a few months ago, too. What a boy scout.
So anyway, donating blood has never been a problem and I've done it enough times to know the routine. Today, however, my blood was apparently not cooperating. It took four times as long as it usually does, and half of that time was spent with the attendant rotating the needle in my arm to try to coax more blood out. That was a really nifty feeling. Makes be want to run right out and take up heroin, just so I can do that more often. So after writhing around on the couch for a while, the vampires finally got enough blood out of me but couldn't get any more to fill up the two little vials they take for testing. They had to use the other arm to get that last little bit. I think maybe I'll go out and get a tatoo and maybe a few body piercings, just so I won't be qualified to donate blood again anytime soon.
So anyway, donating blood has never been a problem and I've done it enough times to know the routine. Today, however, my blood was apparently not cooperating. It took four times as long as it usually does, and half of that time was spent with the attendant rotating the needle in my arm to try to coax more blood out. That was a really nifty feeling. Makes be want to run right out and take up heroin, just so I can do that more often. So after writhing around on the couch for a while, the vampires finally got enough blood out of me but couldn't get any more to fill up the two little vials they take for testing. They had to use the other arm to get that last little bit. I think maybe I'll go out and get a tatoo and maybe a few body piercings, just so I won't be qualified to donate blood again anytime soon.