I’m trembling and trying to control my breathing as I prepare to go to Carter Blood Bank to donate platelets later today. My hope is that I will be a match as a bone marrow donor for a young man named Taten Court. He’s part Cree Indian, and finding a match for him has been difficult. Though it probably won’t be me, his match won’t be found if people don’t get tested.
After I posted about it, I was contacted by a site called Heal Emru. Emru also has difficulty finding a match, because he is of African/Carribean descent. Ethnic groups are under represented in bone marrow registries. Please help spread the word. Donors from mixed ethnic groups are needed!
I don’t do “needles” very well. I don’t know why in the heck I chose St. Patrick’s Day as the day to try this. They told me I should drink a lot of water so my blood will flow more freely. Do you know what fish do in water?? But, I took it to heart, and I’m floating right now.
When my kids were little, and I didn’t wear green on St. Patrick’s Day, they always had to question me about it. I told them that I was so Irish that my blood is green. I guess I’ll find that out for sure in a few hours. I don’t have to wear green today, because my face is green.
I’m so scattered I can’t think, so go read Dear Dora’s reply to an unlucky leprechaun if you would like. Maybe write a story for the Scared Silly writing contest. Or, visit Mr. Picassohead and explore your inner artist. I put the link on my sidebar with a picture that Mr. Tucker created. It looked like so much fun, that I created my own:
Yes, that’s what I see when I look in the mirror. It’s even close to the right shade of green.
I hope this bloodletting doesn’t impede the imbibing of a Guinness or two this evening. My friend SusieJ makes cake with Guinness, but that seems like a
waist waste to me.
I have to go find a book to read while I sit quietly. Carter Blood Bank has promised that they have movies for me to watch. With my luck, they will offer the movie: There Will Be Blood.