They Want Your Blood….

Categories: (Family, General, My honey) by Lisa Ruggles on 24-09-2008

Chloe’s school had a blood drive on Monday. I had signed up both Brad and I. I really hate being poked, but how can you deny a good cause?

Have you ever had those moments where you dream of how an evening should look? I pictured an evening that would start with eating dinner as a family, taking a family bike ride over to the school. Brad and I would give blood, come home and hang with the kids. But instead….

We are running late so Brad goes ahead to get started.

I finally get there with the kids, we have had multiple mishaps along the way.

I sit down to fill out my paperwork and the nurse says, can I have proof of ID?

(I think I said a swear word in my head at this point)

Me: No, I don’t have any ID.

Nurse: Sorry, we can’t take your blood unless you get ID

Me: Ok, I will ride back home and get my ID

I leave the girls with Brad and I’m back in about 15 mins. now I’m all hot and sweaty but I did drive back instead of biking.

Brad was hooked up and being drained of blood but still smiling. After seeing how much they took I really wasn’t looking forward to it.

Blood Guy: Ok, lets test a couple levels and we will get you going, have a seat right here

Me: In my head, I’m not having a good feeling about this.

Blood Guy: What is your weight?

Me: With a smile, you have got to be kidding! You want my blood and my weight, I don’t think so. :)

Blood Guy: As long as you are over 115lbs it’s all good.

Me: SERIOUSLY! Do I look like I’m 115lbs? (by this time we were both laughing)

Blood Guy: Who talked who into giving blood?

Me: Ummm…. there really wasn’t any talking I just made the appointments but now I wish it was just for him. (That’s the evil side of me)

Blood Guy: Well, it looks like you won’t be donating today, your Iron levels are WAY to low.

Me: Yeah, I don’t have to give blood but can feel good that at least I tried. :)

Unfortunately, I will still get poked when I go to the Doctor. I have had really low energy, so I’m glad that I found out my Iron was off.

And since what his is mine and mine is his, I guess I can feel like donated too!

Do you ever give blood or does the thought of it make you queasy?

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