Three gallons of blood

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!


  1. That’s about twice as much blood currently flowing through my body. 
  2. Not an easy rule to follow with at least 80% then headed to working in hospitals… 

A No. 1 Day!

I was No. 1 at the blood drive this morning.1 :-)


  1. Yeah, there’s even fine print for this simple statement. I was fourth to give blood. The three ahead of me went straight into the medical information booths without having to wait. Still, I arrived before the volunteer who signs donors in, hands out the medical information booklets, and gives the queue numbers. 

Friday Afternoon Superhero

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 hours1, 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


  1. Including my walk to and from the Hillsboro public library, which is right next to my Dawson Creek “photo spot.” My traditional reward at Starbucks afterward might have taken a little extra time. :-) 
  2. What did you accomplish this afternoon? ;-) 
  3. I’ll adjust my schedule. I’ll talk you through it. I’ve already written on giving blood for wimps

Breaking In Another Donor Card

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?


  1. No, I didn’t watch them put the needle in. I was being brave, not masochistic. 
  2. After 16 donations, maybe my fear of needles is starting to decrease. :-) 

I’m No Superhero

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.