I was watching my emails come in one day at work and I see they are having a blood drive in the near future.
I think of all the blood my grandpa lost.
I think about my cheesy little Red Cross certificates telling me how much blood I've donated. (about 2 gallons)
I get scared they'll send me away because my iron count is so low. It's happened before, on top of a myriad of other mishaps when I donate my time and fluids.
I see there is an e-sign-in sheet an fill out their form. I scheduled myself for a 12:15 appointment on their blood mobile. Time passes quickly and next thing you know the time to donate is here.
Too bad the day I donated, I wore a skirt.... The good news is nobody was in the blood mobile when I walked in (which changed quickly).
While I sat in the round chair I could feel the blood moving thru the tube as it left my arm. Before I sat down, they asked me who I wanted to donate my blood to, I wrote down any grandpa or trauma woman. I didn't think about it until later to maybe donate some to Jessica. I don't even know if she's my blood type, but if I happen to donate again before she's a mommy, I'll make the attempt to leave some for her too.
I finished up without feeling sick or spitting out any projectiles. Good thing I ate at Freeb!irds right? That steak burrito helped boost up my iron to a 13. Their minimum requirement is a 12.5 which is higher than San Diego which is a 12. Honestly I've never seen my iron so high. Its usually hovering between 9.5-12.
They sent me back to my cube with loads of sugar and juices and of course my Tshirt. It's retro yellow / brown Padre colors.
They also patched up my arm in my favorite neon green tape.
The rest of the day I've been super tired and took a nice long nap when I got home.
I think of all the blood my grandpa lost.
I think about my cheesy little Red Cross certificates telling me how much blood I've donated. (about 2 gallons)
I get scared they'll send me away because my iron count is so low. It's happened before, on top of a myriad of other mishaps when I donate my time and fluids.
I see there is an e-sign-in sheet an fill out their form. I scheduled myself for a 12:15 appointment on their blood mobile. Time passes quickly and next thing you know the time to donate is here.
Too bad the day I donated, I wore a skirt.... The good news is nobody was in the blood mobile when I walked in (which changed quickly).
While I sat in the round chair I could feel the blood moving thru the tube as it left my arm. Before I sat down, they asked me who I wanted to donate my blood to, I wrote down any grandpa or trauma woman. I didn't think about it until later to maybe donate some to Jessica. I don't even know if she's my blood type, but if I happen to donate again before she's a mommy, I'll make the attempt to leave some for her too.
I finished up without feeling sick or spitting out any projectiles. Good thing I ate at Freeb!irds right? That steak burrito helped boost up my iron to a 13. Their minimum requirement is a 12.5 which is higher than San Diego which is a 12. Honestly I've never seen my iron so high. Its usually hovering between 9.5-12.
They sent me back to my cube with loads of sugar and juices and of course my Tshirt. It's retro yellow / brown Padre colors.
They also patched up my arm in my favorite neon green tape.
The rest of the day I've been super tired and took a nice long nap when I got home.
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