I reached a milestone yesterday: I donated my 24th pint of blood — 3 gallons!1 I used to have a rule: no talking about needles while I’m driving.2 We want to keep the driver conscious. I decided my fear of needles wasn’t optimal and decided to donate blood to get over it.
My plan worked, and along the way, I wrote the post on donating blood for wimps and I played an important role in saving lives.
If you want to donate blood, too, but think you might want a donor buddy, feel free to contact me. We can do this!
I was No. 1 at the blood drive this morning.1 :-)
There was a bloodmobile parked across the street from Starbucks. It was a sign.
My online bio claims:
Engineer. Lawyer. WordPress geek. Bicycle commuter. Blood donor. Snapshooter extraordinaire.
Today, I renewed my commitment to giving blood. In a couple of hours,1 I saved up to three lives.2
I’m disappointed that I haven’t been able to convince anyone to go with me, but I hold out hope. Will you join me next time?3
Please join me in giving blood. It doesn’t cost anything but a little time.1 In return, you get that warm feeling from knowing you helped someone who really needed it.
Beginning my third gallon of blood, I started a new donor card.
I decided it was time to try something different. Instead of following my Wimp’s Guide to Giving Blood, I sat up like everyone else and even looked at my arm after1 the needle was in.
Woo hoo! I didn’t feel faint. Maybe this is my new normal.2
How can I encourage you to join me next time?
I reached a milestone today: I donated my sixteenth pint, totaling two gallons of blood.
I reached my one-gallon milestone in December of 2009 but had to stop giving blood for a year after visiting rural China in 2010.
Will you join me in giving blood?
The American Red Cross has my number. They just called and scheduled my 16th appointment to give blood. Two-gallon pin, coming up! :-)
I’m giving blood tomorrow if it’s the last thing I do.
I’m no superhero, but three to four times a year I save lives. In fact, I did it again today.
After lunch, I walked to the local library where the American Red Cross had a blood drive. In about an hour I’d saved up to three lives.
You could donate blood, too, even if you’re a wimp. I know, because I am.
What’s stopping you? Be someone’s hero.