Blood-Letting

Today, against my better judgment, I donated blood.  The problem with my donating blood is that I have a tendency to pass out every single time I do so.  In fact, I cannot recall a blood-letting that did not end this way.  For days afterwards, I am light headed and shaky.  Because I have a screw lose, I also had the vampires draw some extra blood to test in order to verify if I am eligible to donate platelets.  Donating platelets requires more than two hours, as opposed to the 45 minutes or so donating whole blood takes.  I can hear you now – Why Ava?  Why would you choose to be tested for something that will surely kill you?  Well . . . because the technician told me that they are only accepting platelet donations from O positive men.   That’s all I had to hear, I’m O positive!  As for the men part, what the heck!!!  My platelets are as good as any man’s.  I demanded that I be tested and my demands were met.  Too bad my demands are  not met with the same  alacrity at home, but I digress . . .

One of my friends is totally disgusted by this and demanded to know why I do it.  Seriously.  (Not my Quill Sisters, they accept and love me for my many insanities.)  She thinks that if donating blood makes you sick, you shouldn’t do it.  She added that most people have never and will never donate blood . . . and there you have – the reason I donate blood even though it makes me sick.