So every two weeks I visit my local vampires to donate platelets (every 56 days I spice up my life by donating some sexy whole blood). Over the past several months I have fallen into the habit of making these donations every-other Friday.
I head straight to the Apheresists after work, spend two hours bullshitting with the ginormous Samoan who works there (the boy has some fairly gnarly ink and is the size of a small building) while anti-coagulant is furiously pumped through my bloodstream.
I drew a long-straw this evening, as the adorable lilliputian nurse was the one performing my pre-screen. When it came time for her to take a blood sample, I found myself in the position to wrap my hand around her own: she was busy squeezing blood outta my fingertip and frankly, it seemed like a viable opportunity on my part.
I realized that this is the most intimate human contact I've had in a long fuckin' time, and... damn, that's some depressing shit right there.
I head straight to the Apheresists after work, spend two hours bullshitting with the ginormous Samoan who works there (the boy has some fairly gnarly ink and is the size of a small building) while anti-coagulant is furiously pumped through my bloodstream.
I drew a long-straw this evening, as the adorable lilliputian nurse was the one performing my pre-screen. When it came time for her to take a blood sample, I found myself in the position to wrap my hand around her own: she was busy squeezing blood outta my fingertip and frankly, it seemed like a viable opportunity on my part.
I realized that this is the most intimate human contact I've had in a long fuckin' time, and... damn, that's some depressing shit right there.
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