I am coming to terms with the fact that I am a completely, utterly, 100% recreational blood-donor.
The first time I donated, it was because I was on the Homecoming Court at the University of Minnesota, running for Queen and I wanted to be able to have a good tale to share with everyone who had joined my Facebook group. I also felt the need to “look like a team player.”
The Blood Mobile came to my office yesterday and obviously I didn’t sign up for a spot, because that’s not what I do.
But after one of my co-workers returned, I decided, Hell, when else can you do good and lose weight without trying at the same time?
Coming off of one of the worst weeks for retaining water ever?
Y’all know I totally did it.
I also had to ask the hard questions. As prompted by the release form/waiver I was signing, I NEEDED to know exactly how often arterial puncture occurs.
Apparently it is rare. And I am not a victim. Thank you, hypochondria.
Just think of me from now on as a LIFESAVER.
And in all seriousness, figure out how you can donate a pint. As a reward, go treat yourself to one afterward. It’s the best and only way to do it.