Today, Matt and I went to go give blood. Forgot the camera, but the pictures probably wouldn't have turned out anyway because it's a stupid camera and pictures turn out in funky colors and pretty grainy. But that kind of venting is for another day.
Anywho, we drive out to this local church and park in front of a huge cemetery, which I thought was pretty encouraging.
We sign up and pretend to read the super long laminated packet of information that's supposed to cover their backs in case of some sort of blood-donation malfunction or infection of the veins or something. Like a good teacher, I am diligently reading every word until Matt nudges me with his elbow. How did he finish so fast, I ask myself. He points out the last page that states the reasons IN BOLD why a person is DISQUALIFIED from donating blood.
Like a stab to the vein, my eagerness to donate blood deflates. My name is written all over that "YOU ARE FORBIDDEN" bulleted list. Apparently, if you've lived in Europe for any amount of years that equal to five, from 1980 to the present, you're outta there!!
Forever.
The nurses were all over Matt. Oooooohhhhh! He's speecciiiaaallll!!! He's O negative... oooohhhh! Let's take double reds from him because his blood type is the bbeeeesst! Matt gets to use the special machine that separates plasma from blood cells, and then he gets cookies, and a sticker, and all this attention.... oooohhhhhh!!!
Bitterly jealous, I dried my tears and took a sticker anyway.
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Awww, we can't donate either. It makes me sad :( We lived in Europe for 8 years with all the mad cow foot mouth stuff...
ReplyDeleteAfter just visiting russia for 2 months I couldn't give blood for 10 years! By that time I had started having babies and couldn't give blood. I don't think I've given blood since high school!
ReplyDeleteWell, there's a second reason I can't give blood. I'm not too sad about it! Figures Matt is "special"....which I am sure is why you married him!! Love you! and get over here!
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