I donated blood today, for the first time in my life. It was such a non-event that I feel guilty for all the blood drives I’ve skipped. I’d heard all the tales of feeling faint and weak after and all that, but I didn’t feel a thing, except a little bored while the bag filled up.
From now on I’ll be doing it every time they have a blood drive at work. You get free juice and cookies, and a nice half-hour break out of your work day. What’s not to like about that!!? 🙂
Seriously, somewhere, sometime, some stranger will be helped out by this donation.
So what the hell? I guess I did a good thing. Go figure.