Yesterday, I went to donate blood. As I was signing in, the granny supervising the process pushed a sign-in roster toward me and said, " Would you like to volunteer right now to donate on Monday October 24? That's the first day you'll be eligible to donate again."
Me- " No, Ma'am, that's the first week of hunting season."
They won't take my blood anymore. At least I managed to get over 10 gallons.
Dave Karoly, post: 388656, member: 94 wrote: They won't take my blood anymore. At least I managed to get over 10 gallons.
That's a lot of blood. I've given 7å? gallons to date. It just sounds like a number, but when you envision 1å? or 2, 5-gallon buckets filled with blood that all came from the same person.....that's a lot of blood.
Tom Adams, post: 388663, member: 7285 wrote: That's a lot of blood. I've given 7å? gallons to date.
I thought I was a big donor until we went to a 10+ gallon donor BBQ put on the by the blood bank at a triple-A baseball game. There were people there with 25 gallon and up shirts. Most of my 10 gallons is in platelet donations which account for a 2-unit donation each and you can do it more often. My wife donated 10 gallons the old fashioned way, one unit at a time. She is close to 15 now.
So we were sitting behind home plate. Our home team was pretty far behind so most people had left but we stuck it out because the other team was boring, getting most runs with RBIs. Our team lost but got most runs with homeruns. A ball was fouled back, it bounced off a couple of seats and then, having lost most of its energy, plopped down in my wife's lap. You couldn't do that if you tried. Lots of balls came in through the course of the game but they were caught by other spectators.
I used to donate, but our local blood bank has decided that "for safety's sake" they would rather not take blood from emergency care workers since they "don't know what we might of been exposed to" I figure I'll just say fine, their chair was always cold anyway.
Dave Karoly, post: 388666, member: 94 wrote: because the other team was boring, getting most runs with RBIs
Small ball! That takes a lot more team talent than just putting a bunch of big gorillas at the plate. I'd much rather watch the former than the latter.
I have given blood only twice. The questions they ask will make a preacher blush. Even though it was treated as standard questions, I was astonished and felt very uncomfortable being asked those questions and embarrassed to answer them. For those that do and regularly give blood, my hat's off to you.
I'm no longer allowed to donate because I was in the UK for over six months in the late '80s (mad cow disease). Even before that, they had trouble finding a good vein.
I've managed 8 gal. Had to take 3 years off because I took chloroquine when I went to central Mexico. It's a prophylactic that masks the symptoms of malaria. I could have had it, but shown no symptoms. Congrats to all who do this, it's extremely important. Not much of an easier way to help save people's lives. As far as the questions go - Mom told me never to do anything I'd be ashamed of... I guess I didn't.
I've had to get blood and appreciated every ounce of it. Don't think I can give blood with the medicine I'm on. And I'm anemic. Had a hemoglobin count of 5.6 at one point. a was a few pints low to say the least. Could barely function.
Harold, post: 388688, member: 4544 wrote: I have given blood only twice. The questions they ask will make a preacher blush. Even though it was treated as standard questions, I was astonished and felt very uncomfortable being asked those questions and embarrassed to answer them. For those that do and regularly give blood, my hat's off to you.
I have only given blood once. There was another donor in the waiting room before hand and he was definitely looking at how I answered the questions. He probably wasn't sure what the right answers were.
All joking aside, my son needed blood after a hernia operation as an extremely premature baby. Blood donations make a massive difference to people who need it. Wish I could give more myself.
Donated one time. Nearly 45 years ago. I'm fairly certain the custodial staff was displeased with my contribution in the exit hallway. My official explanation was that somehow my grandmother's spirit took over my body and punished me for violated her intense religious fervor against the concept of sharing blood. In the late 1960's she had a toe amputated and a sizable knot removed from the top of her head after insisting that if she bled to death that was her choice. She survived without incident.
