These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Monday, May 28, 2012
This is the toughest thing about giving blood
I'm a platelet donor, which leaves me in demand. But the reason I don't give as often as I could isn't the time it takes, or the needle. It's because holding a book is nearly impossible.
I tried to give blood once, but the girl missed my vein and they won't restick you. I was kind of traumatized by the HUGE bruise the needle left. I had that dang thing for a month, no lie.
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I love their posters.
ReplyDeleteThat's when having a Kindle comes in handy.
ReplyDeleteI tried to give blood once, but the girl missed my vein and they won't restick you. I was kind of traumatized by the HUGE bruise the needle left. I had that dang thing for a month, no lie.