Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Traditional Snacks

I never buy fig newtons. I rarely buy orange-pineapple juice. But I get a fix of both of these snacks every time I give blood. Well, almost every time I give blood. Sometimes they don't have these exact snacks, and I invariably feel ripped off. Even if I get a free t-shirt, I'm a bit miffed if I've allowed some random stranger to poke holes in me and drain out a significant quantity of an important bodily fluid, but they don't have both fig newtons and pineapple-orange juice. I've had random colds most of the winter, so last week was the first time I had been able to give blood in 4 or 5 months. I went at the end of the day and was a bit worried that their snack supply was running low, but when I got done and they had wrapped my elbow in stylish neon green stretchy stuff to cover up the fresh hole in my arm, I found an abundant supply of both of my favorite post-arm-draining snacks. It was a beautiful spring day, so I whipped out a camera and took a celebratory picture when I got to my car. Some people donate blood to save a life, or to give back, or because they or someone they know has needed blood in the past. Some days these are my reasons, but some days I just do it for the Newtons.


  1. Ah, giving blood. I guess I'll just have to live vicariously through the blood-givers' blog postings. Those of us living in England for more than 6 months (aggregate) might have mad cow, or something. We're disallowed! Kudos for not being one of those whose brains might st&# wor)^~G...

  2. Donating in El Paso, Texas is the best! It is usually me and 10 big beautiful buff guys dressed in desert camoflauge. Everyone looks good in uniform. Can't wait for the next time I can go and get "Yes Ma'am-ed" out the wazoo.