god that's unfair. I expect whenever I write for someone to
at least give me a lil' "somethin" but that's prolly the
cynical side of me that's craving for attention.
I gave blood today...I laid there perfectly still and
watched the black liquid snake down the plastic tube. I
didn't care if the nurse would've left on her occasional
break and left me to drip every last drop. I felt so at
ease. Not to get too sentimental, but I felt relieved that
my giving would support another.
I leaned over to catch a glimpse of the bag holding my blue
blood. I would be lying if I told you that I felt
so....loving. Like, a mother in the labor ward getting the
first chance of a tender look at her baby. I was so happy
about my blood letting.