It has been almost 10 years since I gave blood. This is an especially awkward length of time for me. Seventeen years ago I swore to myself that I would pay back all the blood that I once needed from the blood bank. That means I still own 7 of the 9 pints of blood that saved my life after a particularly unpleasant downhill skiing accident.
A few days ago a friend called me out (without knowing it) by inviting me to go and donate blood with her. She canceled due to a scheduling conflict, but I went anyway. Unfortunately, all of the qualified blood-drawers were at a remote site for the day. But here is where it gets interesting…
I have O- blood. I had no idea that this is rare. It turns out that the local blood bank is almost completely out of O- blood and there is a guy getting heart surgery next week who needs it. They were so happy to see me that they offered to come in on a day off just to get my blood. I’m not kidding, they were willing to bend over backwards to get me to commit to a time to come back and give blood.
I am going back tomorrow (during normal hours). I know that giving blood saves lives, but there is something amazing knowing that I might save the life of this particular person next week. I am going in the afternoon… I hope they still have cookies and OJ.