Tuesday, April 12, 2005
I gave blood this morning, a thing I do whenever they call (which just happens to be every eight weeks). I won't go so far as to say I enjoy it, but, it is a relatively painless way to feel like you're helping the world. Go in, fill out the form, get my iron level tested, answer questions meant to determine whether I'm HIV positive but don't know it, then have the phlebotomists exclaim over my veins, which apparently are droolsome, if you're into veins. They draw a pint of blood, I have a cup of tea, I walk out whistling, and get a not-entirely spurious sense of virtue for an hour. It's not a bad trade off, when you think of it.