My hair is so thin up top I stopped washing it every day and I want to be vegetarian but I eat meat --ugh and so do my cats but eating meat allows me to donate.
When my phone just rang tonight and the woman told me she was from the New York Blood Center I told her I hope you are not going to ask me to donate my white blood cells. For those who don't know it means being completely still for 2 hours with a needle in each arm. You can only do it 12 times in your life and I have done it twice. At the end you get very cold. I had Fifi this awesome nurse put blankets on me and I fantasized big time about this baddie taking me for a ride on his magnificent motorcycle. When I do the big donations I would bring calendars and fantasize and the nurses are so nice they would smile at me and say that maybe I would get a ride and I did. A short one.
I don't want to donate white blood cells again until I know a 100 percent that I am not having a baby. I still hold unto a sliver of hope but I am really feeling my age and the intense trauma I endured the last year has taken it's toll on me.
I am larger than life...big shoulders from years of basketball but look at my wrists and you get a clue -- my veins are small and it is an olympic effort for me to go Monday and deliver platelets.
It will take at least an hour and I have to see if I can't get my hands on my bad boy calendars. Sad to say they are in storage.
I just picked up some bags that a dear beautiful soul kept for me all these months and headed for a subway than changed my mind and took a cab. The elevator doesn't work in this new development. Time Warner still has not been able to give me cable or internet. This would be the first time with Time Warner and I would have New York 1 finally but so far zip.
I decided to go to a coffee shop that is awesome and has free wifi so I could update my blog.
The phone rang and it was the NY Blood Center and I just wanted to burst in to tears.
I just can't say no. They are always having a shortage of blood. I have always jokingly said I am the only person in the East Village who's arms are sore from donating blood. Anyone who knows the East Village knows about the needles. I have a photo of a needle just in front of Cooper Union's build I shot and posted on this blog.
I am having bad boy fantasies. I am a goodie. Even when I try to be bad I am extremely good. Ask any bad boy for confirmation....just joking, sort of.
ps I have endured shocking cruelty so disturbing and I told a nurse it would bother me if someone got my blood who didn't appreciate the donation and she assured me anyone who receives blood donation appreciates it. I can still see the faces of people I believe are going to burn in hell if there is such a place and I can't reach that mother Theresa mind set. I would not want them to receive my blood.
pps on bad boys -- on men period I have a strict rule no guys with wives or girlfriends or both.
I also had an infuriating experience where a bad boy told me he was single and than set me up -- what was good about him was good but what was bad was very. I think of him because he did give me an all natural high and I need that now. So tired and still in live to give mode.
Can't believe I am going Monday to donate platelets but it's me so of course.
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