Gave Blood!

For anyone who’s been following this blog at all, you’ll find in previous entries a meditation on just how terrified I am of giving blood.

And therefore, as something of a narrative closure to that particular entry, let me take this opportunity to say that right here, right now, I feel insufferably smug.  Which is not to say that I didn’t shake like a leaf when actually going through the process of giving blood, but point is, I did not cry, which was my main objective, and managed to churn out a pint without fainting, wobbling, wailing or anything else that you might have expected from me and the blood donor centre.  I come from a family which firmly believes in milking it if we get ill, and therefore by extension, milking it possibly even more when despite not being ill, we get involved in medicine for the greater good.  Spot me, world, by my  (very slightly) bruised left arm, glow of moral righteousness, and remnants of chocolate bourbon wrapper sticking out of my jacket pocket.

Give blood people!