So for today’s kind act Sam was supposed to be giving blood but he’s had to start a course of antibiotics so it fell to me to offer up my veins. I wish I had a picture of me donating but alas I wasn’t in the chair for long enough so here is a picture of me looking sad with some leaflets…
After a bit of a palaver about whether I could take Sam’s appointment if he had an infection and a long wait in the waiting room, I finally got into the health triage bit. I had to answer the ‘Could you be pregnant?’ and ‘Have you been pregnant in the last 6 months?’ type questions. Apparently miscarriages have to be checked by a nurse and then a doctor. Luckily, I think I’m getting very used to talking about dead babies with strangers. The bit which really made me smile was that all the questions were being asked to a backdrop of ‘Bye bye baby’ by the Bay City Rollers. Oh the irony!
After finally being approved- I was all set to go. The needle needed to be rearranged a bit (hence my lovely arm care leaflet) but all seemed well. And then the pack malfunctioned meaning they couldn’t take the tests they needed!! So I very much tried to give blood- and it counts as a donation so I can’t give blood for another 4 months despite them only taking a little bit!! 🤦🏼♀️
Oh well- I tried to make the world better for Etta. I think it was because it was donation number 13!! 🙅🏼♀️
If you are thinking about becoming a donor- it’s USUALLY very easy and you get lots of lovely biscuits! You could be saving somebody like Etta’s life who needed countless blood products after her several heart surgeries.
They are particularly seeking black donors, O – blood type donors and donors for the city donor centres over the Winter months.
Go on… do something amazing- give blood. 💉🩸🍪
Better for Etta 