Before I left for Francie-pants, I dropped by the Pasadena Red Cross Center to
give blood. If you qualify, giving blood is pretty darn easy; you can call or
go online to make an appointment, or like me, drop in when you are in the midst of doing a ga-billion errands before you leave the country for 7 months.
Besides, if you give blood while running about like a crazy person, you have an excuse to eat 3 packs of mini oreo cookies afterwards*.
When I asked my nice nurse "what's your type", he flashed me gangsta-style:
A Negative.
You rock doll.
Don't worry, my nice nurse does not have legs growing out of his elbow. That's someone in the back
giving platelets. Takes so long, you get to watch a movie, giving platelets...