I hope to bleed like hell on Saturday. [View all]
My life was saved in my 20s by an anonymous blood donor. I took a few pints to keep ticking.
For many years, in gratitude, I've been a donor. I'm sure Im a hundred pint guy after all these years.
In the last few years, I've been failing the hemoglobin test, the finger prick before donating, just marginally, and thus have been rejected. I'm wolfing down iron pills (safely, within reason) nightly hoping to make it this time.
Shortages show up during the holidays. Fortunately for me, I have fairly generic blood, A+, but I still think they might get low somewhere.
The sex questions are always fun. Trust me, no one is ever going to pay me for sex, not then and certainly not now.
They can keep the tee-shirt. I have too many already.
The donation will take place in a nearby Episcopal Church. My mother, a long gone Episcopalian, always hoped that I'd go to church on the holidays, since my atheism upset her enormously. Hopefully she'd approve of the compromise.
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