I ♥ Donating Blood

I gave blood this afternoon. The nurses there were thanking me left and right as if I was the only person in the world qualified to give blood, and I was gracious enough to do so. When they found out that I don't even work in the hospital the blood drive was in, they just about fell over themselves. They could not believe that somebody would actually use their lunch hour to drag themselves out into the cold, drive to the hospital, and donate their blood.
Dude, I got to watch Dr. Phil, eat free oreos, potentially save a life, and I get to skip my workout for tonight guilt-free. Oh, yes, and I get to wear this uber-cool red bandage around my arm until 8:00 toinght. What's not to love about that?Sure, the finger prick for the iron test sucks, and I can't even think about watching as they stick the needle into my arm (very squeamish about that stuff), but other than that giving blood is a very welcome break time for me. I was actually pretty bummed a year and a half ago when I found out I couldn't donate blood while I was pregnant with Samantha. Something about the baby needing the blood...I'm sure they know what they're talking about.
Yes, so, the moral of the story is: Go give blood so those nurses quit acting like I'm a hero whenever I do! Only 5% of the people in America who are able to give blood actually do. Sorry folks, but that's pathetic. I know, I know, some people legitimately can't do it because of medical reasons. I'm not talking about you. Everybody else needs to get over their fear of needles, look away when they stick you (like I do!), and do their part to save a life. Because honestly, you never know if that life is going to be yours, your husband's, your child's...you get the idea.

GO GIVE BLOOD!