Doy mi sangre

Remember on Beverly Hills, 90210 when Dylan took Brenda to donate blood on Valentine’s Day? So romantic.

I gave blood today for the first time since high school. For some reason I thought that all the medication I take would make my blood undesirable… how stupid of me. This is a college campus. I probably have a lot fewer drugs in my bloodstream than most of the donors.

Two Minute Maid fruit punch boxes and two Cougar Mountain cookies made it all worthwhile. I’m a little bummed that they didn’t have stickers. I went to the “blood mobile” instead of the room in the student union, just because it seemed more fun, even though it was probably warmer in the student union. When I asked if they had stickers, they told me they would tomorrow, when they were in their “good bus.” What? I went on the wrong day?

Actually I strategically picked Wednesday, because Tuesdays and Thursdays are when more is expected of me in the martial arts class and I can always use the blood donation as an excuse not to be Rob’s grappling dummy tonight.

Ohmygolly, I plum forgot. My Czech “boyfriend” gave blood a lot, and he was always too weak to do anything after. He said he had some extra-superspecial blood that was really in demand. He gave blood on my birthday and used that as an excuse to stand me up. Obviously that wasn’t the real reason. Jerk.

Published by Kari Neumeyer

Writer, editor, dog mom, ovarian cancer survivor

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