y grandma had it worse, what with 24 grandchildren who seemed to have been born in batches. There were five boys born within a few years of each other, including my brother, so when Gramma would see him, she'd run through the list before finally getting it right. ("Pat? Jim? Tim? Joe? Kip--finally!")
My grandma had the same thing -- "Har- I mean Ty-, I mean Den-. BOY! come here!"
Chatty!co-worker made me snort with laughter earlier -- we were talking about how it seems weird that the IRA *wasn't* behind this London bombing, when he said "Has anyone considered that it might be more Daleks have gotten loose?"
I actually like to see how fast I can fill up the plastic bag with my pint--I usually beat out the other donors around me.
I try to do that, but I have problem veins and unless the needle strike is just right, my pint fills up slowly. I got stopped one time because I exceeded the time limit for donation.
I have B+, which isn't particularly rare. I may try to give again, but it's hit and miss for me. Sometimes I can give a bag full, other times it gets about half full and the blood just stops flowing into it. Kinda frustrating, since the needle's already there, so I might as well get some good out of having holes punched in my arm.
My local Red Cross just confirmed that the rules have changed and that I can donate again. You now have up to five years in Europe, unless you spent more than three months in the U.K. between 1980 and 1996. This is a much more reasonable policy. The old one was crazy.
Yep.
Paul still can't donate. Spent just enough time in the UK to exclude him.
I think I could, but the nausea and bruising from the blood draw means I don't. If I were AB-, like my sister, I'd suck up and deal, but I'm B+, so I don't.
Also Crais's coat. [link]
I admit to being obsessive, but Aeryn Sun's sauna slippers??????
Aeryn Sun's sauna slippers??????
That's going a bit far.
I would like her S1 jacket and pants, however.
I'm O positive, and tend towards low blood pressure. The last time I gave blood, which was about 5 years ago, the woman drawing blood looked at me as I started to get up and told me not to move, she'd bring the cookies to me.
20 minutes later she finally let me leave, with a friend, and told me they really didn't need my blood that badly.