Of Blood and Bruises
Bit of a long day. I feel completely wiped out. On my way home from the base today I went to register myself into the national bone marrow databank. They were having some annual collection day today and last year they had closed up by the time I made it there so I did that today. The nurse who took my blood killed my arm. She hesitated when putting the needle in. Then moved it around when attaching the tube. Then she took the tube out and looked at it for a few seconds while letting the needle come half out. I could see part of the hole at the tip of the needle, sticking out of the hole in my arm. It's probably going to leave a bruise. It hurt like an SOB! I used to complain about the people in the army who take your blood. You know, they're young, about my age, what do they know? Compared to the old lady who did mine today, the army blood taking feels like a massage (which I could really use right about now). Anyway, I think registering for the databank is really important. It's so easy to save a life. Why wouldn't you do it? I feel the same about donating blood. It's so easy, there really aren't many excuses not to do it. I plan on giving in about 2 weeks, after Sukkot.
Tomorrow is Yom Kippur. Day of Atonement. More thinking ahead I guess, and no eating. I'm not sure I'll post tomorrow and the following night I doubt I will either. So Gmar Chatima Tova to the Jews and happy Wednesday to the others. Oh and Merry Ramadan to the Muslims ( I think it's around now sometime).