I gave blood today for the first time since high school (here’s looking at you, YHS Student Council Biannual Blood Drives!) – and let me just officially declare that have I FOUND MY NEW FAVORITE PASTIME.
Seriously. It was such an ego boost.
And not just because I was supplied with ample literature telling me about how great I am because my donation of blood can SAVE A LIFE, or that there is a CONSTANT NEED or that it’s such a MEANINGFUL GIFT. These pamphlets did make me feel super generous for loaning my left arm for 20 minutes and all, but really they were just platitudes compared to the verbal feedback I received from the kind Red Cross phlebotomists:
“Oh look at those veins – we’re gonna have FUN!” – Phlebotomist Number One
“That juicy vein is calling my name.” – Phlebotomist Number One, a little later (I blushed, but also liked it)
“Girl, you’re rocking this! You’re almost half-finished.” – Second Phlebotomist, mid-donation (I then considered my blood flow speed a race against the clock)
(Some of you might be judging here – and making some nonsense observation that no one can really control the size – or juiciness – of their veins, ergo these are not really compliments. To that I would say, “Do you know how hard it is to maintain these veins??” Didn’t think so.)
As if it couldn’t get any better, after receiving my badge of honor band-aid, I was then escorted over to the refreshments table, where the kind retiree volunteer lady insisted I sit down and drink some juice and help myself to some Cheez-Its or Chips Ahoy, all whilst thanking me multiple times for my generosity and admiring my hemoglobin results.
She then sent me on my merry way with ANOTHER bag of Cheez-Its, “just in case” and said she hoped she’d see me in 8 weeks.
After pampering like that? You know I’ll be back!
Another unexpected perk: I’ve nailed down my retirement plans. Spending a day or two a month greeting generous, blood-giving people and handing them nametags and then force-feeding them simple carbohydrates? This is legitimately my love language.