A PINT WILL DO!

In September of last year I wrote a negative blog about donating blood. It was a bad time since the techs that worked on me were new or just wanted to inflict pain on this old guy. The more pokes they made could possibly leave enough holes to spurt blood in five different directions.

Today however, I decided to give them another chance because blood is needed. Kate, was my tech today and she was wonderful. One stick, she was in, a few pumps and five minutes later I had given a pint. She was sooo good I didn't feel the needle insertion. What I'm trying to say is that today's donation was indeed a pleasure and if you're able to give, do it. It might save your life some day or that of a loved one.

The donation started off pretty well when I checked in and they took all the information. My head swelled again as the two people at registration had to call their superior over to double check my i.d.. They didn't believe I was 75. Yes, I know, you're all tired of hearing me talk about people not believing my age. Yes, it makes me feel good and why shouldn't it. I work hard to maintain this chisled body and boyish face. I keep thanking DOVE soap but it's really my Mother's side of the family that had that youthful look all their lives.

It could be the area they came from in Russia. My inherited genes have me, my son, grandson and great grandson all looking like my Dad but the minus ten to fifteen year appearance comes from my Mom. I do admit that I sometimes goad people into guessing my age, which they never do. When my head swells it decreases the wrinkles. I'll include a recent photo so you can see for yourself.