Once upon a time, I got a call from a local blood donation center, asking if I would come donate. I'm all for being a blood donor, because I'm super charitable like that. (Actually, I do it for the cookies. I just love free cookies.)
Anyway, I told the lady over the phone that I would be happy to come in and donate. And then she said, "That's wonderful! By the way, did you know that you are a baby donor?"
"...Wha?"
"I just thought you might like to know that we give your blood to babies!"
"...Cool."
And that's how my addiction started. I mean, how can I say no to the babies? THE BABIES! Now I give platelets, though, so I can go every couple of weeks. Is it weird that I find that type of stuff enjoyable? I get to go sit there for two hours and watch a movie or read a book, while still feeling like I'm contributing to society. And then I get cookies. SCORE.
This recent time wasn't quite that enjoyable, though. Due to a series of unfortunate events, they had to stick me in both arms, and I look a bit like a druggie now. At least they were kind enough to coordinate (ish) my bandages with my shirt.
My arms hurt.
4 comments:
You're a better woman than I am. I can barely handle giving my own blood when it is for blood tests. I wish I could, but I hang on to something I heard long ago (which is probably a rumor) that you can't give blood if you've had mono x-number of years ago.
I might feel differently if I were a baby saver though. That's a good tactic to use.
The babies!
(sorry for the lame comment)
Way to save babies, Jules! I don't know if I've ever heard anyone make someone sticking a sharp metal object into me, extracting my insides, and having me volunteer for all of this sound so appealing before. I like cookies, I like movies... I generally like babies... see? You did very well!
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