I have been donating blood for a long time. It quietly matters to me, but I don't want to be thanked for it. If I can, I should.
In the past few years, it's been slightly harder - it's just age, I've cut back from three times a year to two, which seems sensible. I've also asked my sister to make dinner that evening and to feed the cats that afternoon, since I fainted at the top of the stairs a while ago and woke up at the bottom, luckily without injury.
Anyway, I failed the blood test this afternoon. 106, when they want 125+ and anything under 115 is anaemic. I know myself and anything under 120 is anaemic. No idea why it's failed, rather, since January. I've phoned the GP practice and, if I don't get blood tests then I'll pay for them. Not that I care all that much, in one sense, but one has to take responsibility.
In other news, I normally avoid alcohol and have an early night after a donation. No obligation about any of that ridiculousness. Party on, darlings.
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