[Today’s run: Watson Road 3.5 miles]
I am moving kind of slow today. My run was slow and everything else is kind of slow.
Last night I went to a scheduled blood drive and donated a pint. This particular place is at a Mennonite school south of here. One of the reasons to pick that place is because they give me a big cinnamon roll with lots of frosting on it afterwards. I have been there twice and got a roll each time. They have a blood drive about every 4-5 months. (I need to sign up and get on for the next one too.)
Anyway, that kind of slowed me down a bit.
The other interesting item related to that:
Before I can donate blood the blood people ask all sorts of questions about where I have been and who I’ve been intimate with, whether I’ve ever used hypodermic needle to take unprescribed drugs, whether I’ve gotten a recent tattoo or been in jail, all sorts of stuff.
I am always a little sad that I can’t say “yes” when they ask if I’ve been to Europe or done something else exotic. I’m not so sad to say “no” about having HIV or taken drugs. I guess it is good to be selective about which kinds of exotic you want to participate in.
Some of the people of the Mennonite group couldn’t donate because they had been on a missions trip to the Caribbean recently.
Anyway, I decided later that I should have told the rejected Mennonite missions- trippers that they now had their chance to go get that tattoo they’ve always wanted!
(Well, it seemed funny to me.)
But, I was probably one of the few people there not connected to the school or the local community . So I did my thing and ate my cinnamon role and kept quiet.