It was decided by the Red Cross folks that I am indeed a great giver. I don't faint - I don't get queasy - it's just not a big deal to me.
My nurse person had two faint ones around me so she was spending a lot of time watching them. At some point, she came back and checked on me. I asked her if I was supposed to be doing anything with the ball. She said - yes, squeeze it. Then she stopped - no don't! I guess I filled my little bag by just laying there...
See - I am a great dripper.
Oh - and five hours later when I took off my bandage (yes, I listened to her instructions), I started dripping a bit. The girls thought it was cool. Little bit of pressure and I was all better.
No, I am not on blood thinners - they don't let you give blood if you are on funky meds - or have been to a swanky resort in the Dominican Republic (DEB!!!) or had a tattoo or piercing in the past year. So - I am safe...
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