For the first time ever, my blood donation involved actual pain—the nurse couldn’t find a vein, and dug around inside my arm with an iodine-smeared needle until she got it, while my hand turned purple from the blood pressure cuff.
You’d think afterwards the cookies would be extra delicious, but they tasted like soreness and bruising. I hope the victim of a polar bear mauling slated to receive my blood appreciates it.
