They vant my blood!

Since I started working at the university, I made it a habit of sorts to participate in the regular blood drive. It's a good thing to do and all, you know, but really..I hate it. Needles, not cool. Bags of blood - not bad, but sickening if you think about it too long. Just a sort of unpleasant process. I think the part I hate the worst is when they prick your finger to check for iron levels.

The first time I did it, it was kind of new and interesting. I mean, how often do you get to see people just collapsing all over the place? The next couple were less interesting. So when the email came around again for this June, I was thinking maybe I'd skip this time. But oh no, they anticipated my lack of desire, and what did they do? They said there are record low inventories of type-O blood. Me, I'm O+. Great. So I signed up.

My dad is a good guy. He donates blood regularly PLUS gives platelets regularly, which is a much more involved process. My brother-in-law is just crazy. He'll go do a drug study and get stuck like 10 times in a day for money. You can see the company I keep.