I got banned from donating blood. Can you take my place?
Something odd happened to me last week. I’m going to share this story with you because I think it’s unusual and kind of funny. But I’m also sharing it because it caused me to think about something important, and I’d like you to think about that too.
Saving lives is harder than I thought
My blood-donation experience has been a bit of a rocky ride. It certainly wasn’t what I expected when I first chose to give it a go.
Strike 1
My first donation attempt was around 5-6 years ago. It started with an outing for a pancake lunch, since you’re told to eat a big meal and drink lots of fluids better donating.
At the Red Cross building, I filled out some paperwork and was taken into a little office to have all my details checked. Part of this pre-donation check is a finger-prick to check that your iron levels are high enough for you to donate. The prick doesn’t hurt much (though surprisingly...