I was inspired by the Traveling Knitter, who has instigated her own blood drive, and sucked up my courage yesterday. Donating blood is one of things that I always meant to get around to -- and, no, I didn't do it for the possibility of winning yarn. I don't even plan to enter the random drawing.
No, I did it because -- unlike cash to send to charity or time to spend volunteering -- I have plenty of blood and can easily make more. And I want to feel like I can do something of use for a stranger.
The older woman at the check-in was knitting a pink mitten, however, which I took as a good sign.
As for the donating, it wasn't so bad. But you also have to keep in mind that that description is coming from a woman who has had two needles stuck in her spine while birthing two separate babies. Compared to that, ten minutes bleeding into a bag is a cake walk.
I did startle the techs by breaking out in a cold sweat, going completely white and almost throwing up just as they were pulling out the needle. A small sip of juice and all was right again. Note to self: eat more breakfast next time.
Spent the rest of the day feeling plumb wore out, like I'd lost a pint of blood. Better today and by tomorrow will be back to my old peppy (hah) self.
So there you go. Nothing exotic -- just the gift of life.
ETA: I donated in Oneonta at the Baptist Church on the corner of Maple and Main -- you know, the one that just had its stained glass windows refurbished. If you are looking for a blood drive, the NY-Penn lists local ones here. If you aren't local, go to the American Red Cross site for more info.