For some reason, donating blood from my right arm hurts considerably more than my left. And I have a ridiculously high pain threshold, so if it’s hurting enough to distract me? Ouch. On one hand, I use my right arm more, so you’d think it would be more robust. On the other hand, I donate blood and am generally poked more often in my left arm, so I guess it has a more junkie-esque pattern of scar tissue to serve me well. Tonight when I went to donate, they only had right arm-side chairs available, hence why I noticed this. In fact I’m still getting twinges. I do, however, bleed equally impressively from either side. Young, healthy, good bleeder, no risky behaviour, acceptable iron levels, and O-. No wonder they hunt me down. (It took three repeats of “I just got a tattoo, I’ll call you in six months, GO AWAY” before they left me alone last time when I was out of commission for a while.) This time the woman informed me she could book me for my next appointment on December 22nd. Sure, lady. Three days before Christmas is when I want to book appointments, especially ones that will potentially affect how I feel and what I can do…

The other thing I noticed is that the sensation of warmth on your skin caused by your own blood while it’s running out of your body is really pretty gross. That’s the only part of the whole process that bothers me. Hell, the sight of the full blood bag was pretty impressive. I have nine more of those! The idea that I have donated several times over the volume of blood in my body is very strange, though. Fortunately, Andrew Dan-Jumbo being on tv while I was bleeding was a fine distraction indeed… 🙂

In other news, this evening I also took care of carpet! Tentative plan: installer visit tomorrow, installation early next week. Installation! Of carpet! Oh, my precious bottle of Dom, I slouch ever closer towards your decadent bubbles…

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