stupid blood
I went back to the bloodmobile today to have my hemoglobin tested on the off chance that it would be high enough to donate. It was, a surprising 13.3 after yesterday’s 12.0. My iron supplements couldn’t have registered yet, so it must have been something silly like cold hands.

However, the blood lady hit a valve when she stuck the needle in my vein and my stupid blood was coming out too slowly for their tastes. After fishing around with for greater depth for a few minutes, which is entirely painless but really gross looking, she managed to contaminate my quarter-bag of blood with non-sterile air and had to axe the whole process.

Because I’d donated a quarter bag, they couldn’t try my other arm. And I’m still barred from donation for the traditional eight weeks. GOD DAMN IT.

So I ate a fucking cookie anyway. And now I’m going to cry.

I don’t know why I get so excited about donating blood and upset when I can’t. Nor do I care. I’ll just accept it as one of those strange facts of life.