I have long considered actually donating blood before. I even attempted to do so a few years back when they had blood drives at my work, but due to tattoos, piercings or medication, they always found a way to disqualify me.
Well apparently, they revised the standards for recent tattoos, so I’m eligible for the first time in my adult life. And that’s good for them, because my blood is awesome. I’ve felt guilty about my past inability to donate, because I am O-, aka everyone on earth wants some of this blood. Everyone. It’s the good shit.
I went with Bianca and Linzy, we were all relieved of our bodily fluids, and we capped off the morning with brunch at the Continental, where I (once again) did a terrible job of being frugal by ordering two dishes and a couple of drinks. You can’t tell me how to live, Red Cross. I’ll have greyhounds with my brunch if I want to. Fight the power.
84/101 left.
