I get rejected. Low iron. I’m not anemic, per se. It just so happens that every time the Red Cross comes by my way, I have a low iron day. Let’s face it, women are more likely to have low iron. I get lucky one out of every five times, generally.
That being said, I hate getting rejected by the Red Cross. I take it quite personally :/. I still remember the first time. You come in there all excited about doing good things for society. And then, boom, you realize you’re just not good enough for them. *Drops head. Then there’s that whole walk of shame past all the robust donors who have their apple juice and graham crackers. (I mean I hate apple juice and graham crackers, but that’s not the point!) And you walk back to your cubicle with two fingers disabled from the stick test (which always hurts more than the actual donation – why is that???)
It’s enough to make a phillygrrl wanna go home and never show her face at a blood drive again. But I do keep trying, but it’s that every fifth time I can give blood that makes it worth it. Which is why when one of the comments on guest blogger thabooger’s post resounded with me. Let’s take a look at what commenter Garret has to say about giving blood.