Today included sunny weather and a long drive that brought me to Valentine, where I picked up some library books and noticed that there was a blood drive going on.
It had been far too long since I got my finger pricked, arm stabbed and precious bodily fluids drained, so I walked in and signed up. The procedure and rules are pretty much the same no matter where you go, unsurprisingly enough, except that California has way better swag.
The clinic in SLO had free pizza on Thursday (? It’s been over 4 years since I donated in SLO, though, so don’t hold me accountable for their free food schedule) and in Davis I could usually get a free pint of ice cream or a t shirt. The deep pockets in Valentine were able to offer me…a coupon. For buy one, get one for a buck at a nearby chain sandwich restaurant. Aw geez guys, you shouldn’t have. However, what the Red Cross in Nebraska lacks in bribing power, they made up for with smiles and good old fashioned friendliness. I swapped life stories with the nurse who performed the bloodletting and once I had finished my donation, an older volunteer actually took me by the arm and escorted me to the waiting area. A. Dor. A. Ble. At the snack area, another woman covered me in stickers, making sure I had one of every variety, regardless of whether that sticker applied to me or not (I was not nervous, but I still liked getting a sticker that said so. Because I’m 5 years old).
It goes without saying that I will be back in May to bleed out my resources once again. Also, I will be taking this time to attempt to guilt trip you into donating blood, if you are able. It takes maybe an hour, saves a life, and you might just get to hang out with some of the sweetest, nicest people in town. Not to mention, if you live anywhere else you’ll most likely get better food out of it than I did.