Today I got some free cookies! You should get some too, they are amazing, they came with juice. All you need to do is have an hour to spare and answer some really personal questions about your sex life. And not be squeamish about needles. It’s that easy.
On a side note, my donation took half the time of the two ladies next to me, I guess I have lots o’ blood to spare, and my blood pressure is 109 over 56, which is good, but leads me to wonder if I was adopted. Other than the fact that I look and sound just like my mother, if you disregard the height difference.
Got a good shot of my arm all tubed up, and by “good shot”, I mean “photo with a decent angle and weird lighting and a nurse next to me that thinks I’m a bit weird and who won’t let me take off the square of gauze to show where the needle is.” Don’t worry if you don’t like gore, I didn’t get the money shots (ie the stabbage OR the bag of blood).