Well, once again I have failed to donate to the Red Cross. This time I had a unit of blood being spun down for platelets and my arm sprung a leak. The phlebotomist noticed my subtle signal (I chose a single, loud, clear ‘Ow’, which worked very well), said something about ‘burning’ to which I replied in the affirmative, glanced at my arm and said something I don’t recall clearly, but was probably rude-but-called-for.
I was unhooked, thanked, offered the chance to finish the movie (“Frequency” which looks to be very good), and sent on my way with my complementary umbrella and snacks. I was told that since they couldn’t return the red blood cells to my body I shouldn’t try to donate again for 56 days, which left me feeling a bit bummed. I spent years as a turnip (“everyone knows you can’t get blood from a turnip”) due to hemoglobin levels, and have been able to donate blood once and platelets twice in the last twelve months, so I found today to be particularly discouraging.
So, now I’m thinking about starting a knitting project based on the optimistic premise that I’m going to get a whole bunch of those Red Cross lapel pins to collect and display. I’ll knit up a super skinny scarf with red cross motifs on it, and use it as a foundation to show off…. (So far I’ve got one pin which I can lay my hands on, and one or two more I think must be around somewhere). When I’ve got a good start on it I’ll post the pattern.