OK so the whole blood donating thing was slightly anti-climactic. It really was just one little prick (two if you count the iron test). And while watching your blood pump out of your arm and into a little bag is weird, there were no dramatic fainting spells or anything.
The juice box and cookie combo is a nice touch though. I firmly believe that doctors should give adults a post-visit lollipop too. Sometimes we need the comforting more than kids do.
Anyway, I feel like I did a good thing, maybe swung my karmic balance into credit again.
And what do you know? Woke up this morning and my blotchily sunburnt ankles have faded from blood red to a pinky colour, which is nice.
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