So two days ago I did the blood donation, my ninth since fall 2003, so I’m one pint past a gallon. Hey, people, the reasons for donating blood are good, and not just from the helping-and-maybe-even-saving people angle. It’s a regular blood pressure check – mine is low, thank everything – and the sample gets tested for anything funky; the phlebotomists (they who take the blood – I like that word, “phlebotomost”) would let you know of anything that looks like it shouldn’t be there. Plus, it’s a place where they encourage you to eat carbs: the Red Cross donation center I go to has a spread of cookies, crackers, and (on some days) donated Krispy Kremes, along with plenty of water to replenish our precious bodily fluids.
I actually find the science of blood donation really interesting, but I don’t want to gross anyone out, so I’ll stop. You’re welcome.