More Guts; Less Blood

I wouldn't say that I'm afraid of needles so much as merely averse to them. But I overcame that aversion today and donated blood.

The line got backed up a bit. My appointment was at 3:30, and I showed up 5 minutes early. I was finished at 5:35. The actual time the needle was in my arm? 4 minutes. That was the fastest my technician said she had all day. It's not something you have conscious control over, but apparently I was in a hurry.

I'm not pointing out the times to complain, but rather to show how dedicated I am. Plus, I get to sport this sexy blue pressure bandage for up to another hour and a half.