You Made Me Bleed My Own Blood!
I made two blood donation appointments in the past and flaked out on both of them. I did have semi-legit work-related excuses, but basically I chickened out. I’m not sure why I was nervous about the process. I mean, I’ve been tattooed several times, I have been pierced in various sensitive parts… Blood donation just made me sort of antsy for some reason. So, this time, when Stanford’s mobile blood donation center came to my office complex, I made a point to finally go. And it was a piece of cake! Plus, I got some sweet stickers and some juice and cookies and ice cream. Sweet deal! Doing good feels even better when free peanut butter cookies are involved.
