Thicker Than Water

by Julianna Squicciarini

So this past Friday, I gave blood for the first time ever! I was so excited! I’ve been looking for an opportunity to do that for a while now, and when my mom pointed out the advertisment at Caribou Coffee, I couldn’t pass up the chance. Plus, I got a free donut and small cup of coffee for doing so, too – how cool is that?? πŸ˜‰

I threw the invitation out on Facebook, for any other people interested, but either way, I knew I was going. Christine wanted to do it, too, even though she wouldn’t be able to partake of the “prize”. In the end, Christine, Mary, Peter, our friend Emily Hergenreter, and I went together. Only Christine and I were going to donate, though.

It all started with a whole slew of questions, all about my health and… <ahem> history. Every answer was “no”, which is good – no, I don’t have AIDS; no, I haven’t been to Africa in the past three years; no, I don’t have cancer. The only question to which I got to answer “yes” was as to whether or not I had been to Europe in the past three years (I went in July 2007). This apparently has to do with Mad Cow Disease, or something. But it ended up not mattering anyway, as the closest I ever got to any of those good-looking French guys was a passing nod or a wink & a smile, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, the nurse did a finger stick to make sure I wasn’t anemic (which I am, forΒ  the record – but I’ve been taking my iron pills like a good girl), and my levels were high enough to donate. Christine’s, on the other hand, were not. We are almost positive that this had to do with her ice-cold hands, rather than her blood, and she was very upset that she had to miss out on this opportunity.

So then Becki, the nurse, scrubbed down my skin with brown goo (and that’s supposed to disinfect it?!), stuck an enormous needle in my arm, and we all sat back and watched the blood flow into the little pouch. It was really cool. I watched everything. πŸ˜€

All at once, it was over. I got right up, was handed a coke and a package of Oreo’s from the nice guy at the front of the bus, and Christine and I walked back into Caribou to enjoy our drinks (and a donut, in my case). I’m definitely doing this again.


One thought on “Thicker Than Water

  1. oh goodness, don’t you find it mildly ironic?

    you give some of your oh-so-precious blood, saving countless lives no doubt, and directly after the crimson ceremony is over, what do they do? give you a *coke* and *oreo’s*.

    great going, america! one step forward, two steps back.

    just give them a couple years, they’ll start asking for _all_ of your blood to save on the expensive oreo’s. πŸ˜‰

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