Vital Signs

Pulse: 60
Blood Pressure: 130/84
Body Temp: 97.5
Iron: OK
Blood Type: A-negative

I gave blood today. Those are some of the things that the girl told me. Are those numbers pretty normal? Seems like that pulse rate is a little low, and I'm no Frankenstein, but I think the average body temperature is 98.6. Or maybe that is the temperature at which water boils. "Is that Fahrenheit, Celsius, or Kelvin?" I always enjoy the long list of questions they ask, but I think my favorite is, "Do you or any of your relatives have mad cow disease?" I know, it wouldn't be funny if you really had it, but it just seems sort of random there. Along with, "Have you ever had sex with a man?"

Anyway, I had gone by the bank and then to Wal-Mart on the way home from work, and the LifeSouth mobile unit was in the parking lot. So I decided to give. I didn't realize until they pulled up my record that it had been nine or ten months since I'd given. (Wow, I just had a time flies moment right there, when I remember things that were going on the last time I gave.) Plus, the last report any of our contacts had, K's ex-girlfriend Liz was working at LS. So, I had to go see for his sake. Turns out she wasn't working. At least, I don't think it was her. Of course, I haven't seen her in three years. There was a thin, single, rather attractive brunette girl in there. Hmmm. Oh well, it's no big deal. He is sooo over her.

Hmm, I wonder if giving blood when you've had a combined nine hours of sleep the past two nights can be dangerous. Naaaah! Reminds me of the Cheers episode when Woody gets a second job to pay for Kelly's engagement ring. And I think he's selling his blood or plasma or something for extra money. Well, that's all I have to report for now. Can't you just feel the excitement?

"And you are such a fool, to worry like you do. I know it's tough, when you can never get enough, of what you don't really need now. My, oh my. You've got to get yourself together. You got stuck in a moment, and you can't get out of it..."