I have great blood.  I must have great blood.  It’s O+.  It’s ALMOST universal blood.  The Red Cross wants my blood.  I give blood.  And then as soon as the amount of time you need to wait until you can give again is up, they call me.  They call me every single day until I make an appointment.  Then I go.  Then I get pricked with the little needle.  Then they tell me my iron is low.  Then they give me paperwork that explains the foods I should be eating so that my iron will rise, and I will be able to give blood.  Then they call me every single day.  They call to find out when I can make my next appointment, AND to find out if I’m eating enough iron.  Then they make sure I’m also eating or drinking enough Vitamin C.  Vitamin C and iron go hand in hand, down the vein aisle. 

Right now, the Red Cross wants my blood.  I want to give them my blood, but I am not a big fan of red meat.  I know I need to eat red meat to get enough iron because my other iron methods never work well enough.  I’m trying to eat more red meat, but until then, I’m hiding out from the Red Cross.  If you happen to be a blood donor, and you talk to them, can you please tell them that Netter Rox will be donating her blood as soon as she feels her iron is high enough.  I don’t like getting pricked with needles unless I’m going to actually get to donate a full pint as well.