September 9th, 2017

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"Laugh Exercise"

"Laugh Exercise"
by Christopher Walsh, 9/9/2017




You can't laugh too much.
Your laugh-muscles can use the work.
The release from laughing is always possible.
The thoughts that lead to laughs
can still be thought,
And some will be worth it to share,
Because we can't laugh too much.
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May many laughs await.



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Finally, my blood has helped again

I apologized to the blood donation technician.

When she pointed out yesterday that I'd last donated blood platelets (or donated blood at all) in March 2016, I said "And I don't have any good reason I've waited that long to donate." She was understanding, but still: I felt I should say it.

It's true. I have no reason that I waited a year and a half to do this again. A symptom of me being wrapped up in myself. Where I'd, at best, tell myself I'll do that later. Later kept happening, and no donation.

A message I got Wednesday from Red Cross Cascades prompted me to finally call back Thursday and schedule a platelet donation for Friday. When I'd last thought about donating again, sometime in August, I told myself Do it in August at least. I missed that by a week. OK, at least I donated again when it's, technically, summer...

Platelet donation takes some time management: the process from tube insertion to tube removal takes two hours, so you can watch a movie or TV while the machine sucks platelets out of your whole blood and puts the blood back into you. But it's really not that big a deal; and I have almost the ideal blood for platelets donation. They like me showing up. I can make it a habit again.

Since I like to watch relatively light films when I donate, I brought a library DVD of 1991's Soapdish, a comedy about a soap opera. The film's still really funny (it has one of the same writers as Blazing Saddles, Fletch and Honeymoon in Vegas), and it hit the spot as I let the machine do its thing.

Next time I donate — maybe platelets, which I can do fairly soon, maybe whole blood, which is quicker (minutes instead of hours) but which I also haven't done in a longer while — will be much sooner.