I became eligible to donate last Friday.  But I had to work late and Saturday as well.  And they do not have Sunday hours.  As I am tutoring a boy (my wife volunteered and then sucked me into doing it when her boss laid off everyone else) in school, after work is not really an option except of Fridays (hi Marcie and Rose!  They don't give homework on Fridays here!).  So between last Friday and today (they did not call last Friday - I got a holiday!!!!), they called 4 times to get me to drain another pint!

4 times in 4 working days! (they called twice yesterday and skipped Wednesday).  OK, so I went today.  The 'sticker' was a rookie!  But a smart rookie.  She knew (because of the scar tissue - my left arm looks like a Junkies) that she could not hit the vein, so she called over the old (well not chronologically) timer and the experienced one (better word), took a look and shoved it right in!  Pay dirt!

So I will be fine tomorrow, but this makes about my 20th gallon. (as their records have been screwed up twice and I have done it in 2 cities, that is just an estimate).  Actually, this one was fine except for the extra effort to get the vein (a minute of horror for a life saving endeavor).  It went fine actually.  Due to the frigid weather, and my aversion to coats as well as needles, it stopped quickly too (not like last time).

So our phones will be silent for another 8 weeks.  But I have to laugh a bit.  Why did God combine a very in demand blood type with a chicken that cannot stand needles?  Oh wait, I hear a booming laughter!  He (she for some) does have a sense of humor!