I saved somebody's life this week. Woo-hoo!
Actually, it doesn't feel like I saved someone's life. I had the usual interview about how boring my life is (no, I haven't lived in exotic countries; no, I haven't recently exchanged bodily fluids with men who have exchanged bodily fluids with other men; no, I haven't gotten a tattoo.) My blood pressure is normal; my pulse was fine; my hemoglobin levels were good. Then I gave blood.
Then I got to eat chocolate and peanut-butter crackers . . . Mmmmm . . . I got a sticker that said, "Kiss me; I gave blood today." I made sure my husband saw the sticker and took appropriate action. I'm feeling like I got the best end of the deal.
All just a reminder to me to be grateful for my own health. Even though health care is expensive, it's still true that good health is something that money can't buy.
Actually, it doesn't feel like I saved someone's life. I had the usual interview about how boring my life is (no, I haven't lived in exotic countries; no, I haven't recently exchanged bodily fluids with men who have exchanged bodily fluids with other men; no, I haven't gotten a tattoo.) My blood pressure is normal; my pulse was fine; my hemoglobin levels were good. Then I gave blood.
Then I got to eat chocolate and peanut-butter crackers . . . Mmmmm . . . I got a sticker that said, "Kiss me; I gave blood today." I made sure my husband saw the sticker and took appropriate action. I'm feeling like I got the best end of the deal.
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