“It comes in pints?”
I got a call from the Red Cross this morning saying that they were having a blood drive “near” me (they still had my old address). This was extremely convenient since I had just made myself a huge breakfast of eggs, toast, and half a side of bacon and had no motivation to go and exercise it off. When I was done I swear there was white fat floating up to the top of my unit.
They love me down at the blood center. Nice fat veins and I’m O- (the universal donor). I was suprised though that this was the first time they’d called me down in a year (you can donate every two months). They’re going to loose me pretty soon though, because they’ve put in a new rule that you can’t donate if you’ve spent more than three months aggregate in the UK or six months total in Europe since 1980. Having made a couple of trips to Europe (the last at the height of the Foot and Mouth scare), I’m starting to bump up against these limits. But these limits are significantly lower than the FDA recommendations (which only care about the period from 1980-1996 and then only about the UK).
So it’s unfortunate. I’ll probably be permanently banned from giving blood by the time I’m 30. Oh well, I guess better safe than sorry.
You should all go out and donate though as there is a national blood shortage.
