My worst was going down to a 4. My hemotologist wasn't sure how I accomplished anything. Can't donate anymore because I'm not allowed to give away any red blood cells and I don't have "straight enough" veins to donate plasma.
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I can't donate blood, I lived in the UK too long. I might have Mad Cow lurking in my system.
Before I got cancer, I donated six gallons of blood, plus I did platelet donation. I'm still on the plus side.
Give blood! It's the cheapest charity there is, and there are cookies.
I lived in the UK for 4 months in 1993.
You can't give blood, then. Nag other people to give.
I will, Ginger! Damn; I was gearing up to face a personal challenge.
Once my doctor has confirmed that I'm not anemic myself, I will give blood in honor of our hemoglobin-challenged Buffistas.
Oh, that thing I said earlier about how my appetite is about gone? Well, apparently that doesn't count when I'm PMSing. The Army needs to divert some resources to air-drop me a crate of ice cream and Snickers over here. This is a woman on her period who's barely eaten in four days. This is a state of emergency, Mr. President.
The chemo I'm on right now has real potential as a weight-loss drug. Before I started this, the idea that someone could forget to eat struck me as madness.
I lived in the UK for 4 months in 1993.
The rule is an aggregate of 6 months in the UK.
So I'm clean. Urp. Okay. :breathes deep:
It's officially my resolution before NY 2015. There; I said it.