Though I am a Type O, I have given blood only three or four times in my life. I am a universal donor, yet I have selfishly kept this precious commodity to myself. There's no real excuse. Inconvenience is not a reason. There have been a handful of times when I cancelled appointments to donate blood because I was ill. One time, the nurse said my temperature was too low -- the result of lack of sleep. Another time, I realized that I'd had a few too many drinks the night before. Not good to give then either.

No, it's been years since I occasionally had enough drinks to get drunk. Decades. And I'm not sick now. So my goal today is to get all the work done, then head down to the Blood Bank in the afternoon.

Who wants my pupule blood?

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