Oh bloody hell...

After we watched that Seven Pounds movie, Carl was really inspired to give blood! So both of us made an appointment to go in to our local blood bank on Saturday...

The last time I donated, I found out that I have type O- blood, meaning I'm a universal donor, so my blood can be given to people with any blood type.

Realizing this made me want to give as much as possible, but shortly after donating last year, my weight dipped under their requirement. But when Carl decided he was going to donate on Saturday, I decided to go anyway and just hope they didn't weigh me. And they didn't!

However, after filling the first bag, my attendant lady said "oh no, you blew a vein". I asked her what that meant, and she said "you blew a vein". Right, I caught that the first time, Sherlock...I'm really just wondering if I should be concerned at this point. I looked down at my arm and it had majorly swollen up, so she called over her supervisor. They took out the needle and attached a glove filled with ice to my arm, so I looked like I'd grown an udder. They asked if they could try the other arm, and I thought why the heck not? I'd hate to give up now. So they managed to get the rest of my donation from ol' lefty.