Be Unkind To Me Today I Didn't Give Blood Today
I was a little excited to go down today and give blood. My daughter was excited. She wanted to see how all of this worked. I thought I could instill her in that it was painless and easy to give blood. Then by her 17th birthday she would start doing it herself. Unfortuantely, I gave her a lesson in a faulty bureaucracy that took lives a generation ago and is now doing it more passively. They couldn't take my blood. Was I fresh from a vacation in Haiti with my gay IV-drug-using lover who shared my penchant from British beef spine tartar? Nope. I took a back pill for a sore neck. The stunned nurse didn't know what a back pill was and she phrased her questions like she was helping me better remember what brand of smack I buy. She trucks out to the lobby and comes back with a phone book. I guessed that the generic pills I bought two or three years ago came from London Drugs or Shopper's Drug Mart. She called someone at both (likely not a pharmacist) and asked the question about ...