pint for a pint
July 14, 2010
So I give blood. Every 8 weeks or so I go get a needle stuck in my arm and they take out a pint of blood.
It’s rather boring at this point, ever since I started taking the iron supplements.
But about 10 weeks ago I learned something. Apparently I am missing some kind of virus in my blood that 50% of all people have. Nothing major, nothing life threatening but still it’s a virus.
So because I don’t have this virus my blood is able to be used for people with compromised immune systems. People like premature babies.
I am ever so slightly popular with the people at the Red Cross. And I’m totally cool with that because it rocks to do something good for someone you don’t know.
And then last week I got a letter in the mail from my Red Cross branch with a gift certificate to Baskin Robbin’s ice cream. A pint for a pint.
Being good and nice got me ice cream.
Chocolate peanut butter. Just like Dad and I used to get when I was little.
How cool is that?