Be Nice To Me, I Gave Blood Today

Temperature: 98.4
Blood pressure: 120/70
Pulse: 68
Hemoglobin: 14.0

I'm one pint of blood down, and six vacuum tube vial thingies (including the two from this morning for the job related HIV/blood chemistry test). I don't know if it was a good idea to do them both on the same day, but I did. I'm incredibly zany like that. And apparently super philanthropic when it comes to blood. So now I have needle holes in both my arms and a cut finger from the hemoglobin test. (Which, by the way, is super fancy now-a-days.)

And, they needed my B negative blood. As I knew they would. Go me.

O00oo, and I got a free XL t-shirt. Which is kinda sad because it's actually a nice design for the police/fire battle for blood thing. I'd wear it for real if it weren't so big. But instead, I'll have to shuffle it off to the land of "clothes that can only be worn to bed".

Oh, good news. The police are currently winning the battle by 36. Can't wait to see tomorrow's tally as I'll be one of them there donors. Apparently the police won last year for the first time in many, many years. I'd like to see them do it again. And it's not because I work for the police.

It's because the firefighters have a better reputation in the community as a whole. They can flood your car, break down doors and shatter windows and people thank them for it. People hardly ever thank the police. And after 9/11, I think the public respects firefighters even more.

I think we need to show the cops more love. Their job is just as hard and dangerous. So… the police deserve to win the blood battle. And any other friendly competition with the fire people. Except for maybe putting out fires because if the police are better at that, we've got some problems.

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