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Thursday, September 19, 2013
Wondering...a bloody story
MANY YEARS AGO, say, forty, a gorgeous american blonde female indicated to me that she was on her way to donate blood, and invited me to join her. Quite naturally i was immediately interested in the idea, and that triggered a forty year habit - (onating blood, not gorgeous blonde females, unfortunately.)Strangely enough, the blood folks didn't tell me that i have a rare blood type until almost fory years after i started, nor that i have rare platelets, and should really be donating them too, since my platelets, with extra powerful antibodies and not a trace of viral material anywhere in my veins, (anti CMV negative, they call it) can be used to rejuvenate not only patients in serious, life threatening c onditions, but also infants, whose needs are very particular. Whenever somebody is in the hospital and needs a shot of super platelets or extra clean blood, they call me. Altogether, its a great honor. They called me yesterday, midday, and told me we have twenty four hours to save somebody. I hastily scrambled my work schedule, a hassle, and got ready to go bleed. Then they called me back and teol me that i am ineligible, because i have donated too much recently, and the system will not allow me to donate for at least another week. Say what, i said? They assured me they were sorry for the false alarm, and further assured me they would call, and find, somebody else. Instead of wasting time wondering why they hadin't checked my eligibility before calling me in the first place, i started wondering if indeed they would find anybody else to donate. Presumably they have a list of rare blood donors like me, but it can't be very long. I told them that if they can't find anybody, call me back, i feel fine. They said there is no way that can happen. I told them i would be calling back to find out what happened to the patient, and that if the person dies becaue of lack of a blood platelet donation, I'm gonna be one very pissed cowboy. Wouldn't you? I can hear me talking to them now "you got me involved in this, so i need to find out what happened to the patient, i need to know if they found a replacement for me." Surely they'll tell me that much. They'd better. We'll see.
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