Well, maybe not. How’s this: Got usable blood? If so, and I’ve talked about this before, you may be able to help out someone who really, really needs it. Trust me, now that I’ve done it several times, I can tell you you will not miss it. 1 pint. Or, maybe just plasma. Or, platelets.
I went to the OneBlood center in Ft. Myers yesterday expecting to donate platelets. I have a high platelet count, and platelets are needed by cancer patients and people with all sorts of hideous diseases I don’t wanna bring you down mentioning – but my Dad had one of ’em, and when he needed it? Blood was there because of people who donated. I was told when I was diagnosed as a diabetic in the early 1980s, that I couldn’t donate. Earlier this year, though, I found out that had changed, and so I started.
This time? I’m not gonna lie. It didn’t work out. The vein that was being drawn on was working great for takin’ the red stuff out, but not so good for the return. (When donating platelets, they take out your blood, it goes through a machine, they separate the platelets, and give you back the rest.) Well, after nearly a pint had come out and some started going back into my arm-unfortunately not into that vein-they had to stop. Leaving me quite disappointed.
However, not a total loss. They did get some platelets out of me. Good. They got a bunch of plasma. Bonus. They hadda keep what they couldn’t put back, so bottom line? Just about all of that pint is gonna get used. I Periscoped the session. The replay fell off (I now have Katch.me), but here’s the feed I uploaded to YouTube:
And I’m sure I made enough crude comments to make it worth a drop-in. So, since I was out of the game with about 50 of 71 mins to spare, and I won’t be able to donate my scheduled pint on the blood bus Halloween week, Pam decided we were ther, why wait ’til the 28th? (She, too, Periscoped, and while I managed a few good comments on hers, trolls who kept asking her to show her boobs and other girl parts) kept interrupting. You can check out
Anyway, getting back to what’s important. A lot of people can donate. Something like 5% of eligible donors actually do, though. Would I have done this 20 years ago if I’d known I could? Yeah, I would have. But knowing that when it really counted – when my Dad needed it – it was there? That certainly added to my desire to chip in. If you can, my bet is any bus you stop at would love to have you, and who knows? Maybe you’ll get a gift certificate out of it to a restaurant. Maybe a movie ticket (and heck, with the price of movie tickets these days? How can you go wrong?) Maybe you’ll get a tee shirt, like the one pictured here.
But you’ll also get this: You’ll know that somewhere, someone in bad shape – maybe a kid with leukemia, maybe a transplant patient, maybe a cop shot in the line of duty – is gonna be on the receiving end of your gift. And I can’t think of anything better than that.
Currently listening to: “The Calling” by Death in June