93. Donate Blood

Today I went with my sketchy old man neighbor, Bill, to donate blood.  He lives in this super neat very cliche British farmhouse cottage that Heidi and I always pass while out on our hikes.  He mentioned he volunteered for the Red Cross or something, and I mentioned that donating blood was on my bucket list.

So we made a "date".  He picked me up around 10 this morning and we went to donate together.  He is a little forth coming and frequently says seedy things like "have you told your husband about me..."  Today he was very complimentary of my hair and called me beautiful, which I have to admit is quite flattering, even if he is older than my dad.  I must say a huge thank you to the very sweet nurse who made him well aware of this fact by asking if I was his daughter, she definitely put him back in his place, if only for 5 minutes.

Anyways the donating of blood part was pretty ordinary, anti-climatic in fact.  I have been wanting to do it ever since I was told I couldn't (I'm like that you know?), because of my trip to Africa.  Anyways 5-10 minutes with a needle in your arm and you're finished.  bingo bango bongo.  Just like that.  Well actually it seemed to drag on.  I wish they would've put posters on the ceilings like in the a dentists' or something.  

I wish I had a better funnier story for you, but unfortunately I don't.  It was just an ordinary blood donating experience I guess. Well as ordinary  as you can get when donating blood with strange older men.  After we donated Bill and I met Nick for lunch, and the men folk talked politics.  *yawn*

At least now 93 is cross off my list!  So I feel accomplished and hopefully someone out there will benefit from my blood!  It's pretty exciting actually, I could've saved someone's life today!  How cool is that?