Note: This post is to be read with the first 60 seconds of Thunderstruck (by AC/DC) playing loudly in the background.

I have this problem. In college a friend of mine would give blood on a quarterly basis. Although I admired her attempt to help another soul, I always wondered if she was completely honest with them when she disclosed her # of sexual partners. Although I am still traumatized by the men I'd find watching me put my make-up on the next morning; my real problem isn't with my promiscuous friend, but with needles. I don't actually KNOW if they actually ask how many partners you have had.

I have never once in my life given blood.

Which is why I imagine they ask things like:

Have you gotten a tattoo in the last few months? Do you have any major diseases? Do you boil your smack and shoot it up? Are you pregnant? (Do you cause major accidents by throwing boxes of nails on the I-10 and the guilt is riddling your capricious soul?) Have you ever received a transfusion?

With the world being as it is I often think that I should just take my finicky veins in and tell the blood bank, "tap that sucker yo." However when faced with the possibility of being poked more than once & possibly fainting in a room that smells like alcohol-I choose to ignore all obligation to help. What is the term for that?

posted by Danna Saunders @ 1/22/2005 10:51:00 AM