My quest to donate on a regular basis, plasma or blood, what have you, continues. Apparently I'm only able to fill up a good 3/4 of my bag at the Red Cross today... not enough to count. I apologize to Alpha (yes, that was his name), who had trouble with my little veins. I felt like I wasted your time and was beyond embarrassed that my legs wouldn't stop shaking for even a second. I swear I'm not crazy.
I apologize that I'm not super woman and that my veins weren't pulsing with lighter fluid. Although, I refuse to give up. I will pump iron like I've never pumped before and drink water like a fish. On May 27th, I will be back with a vengeance. Third times a charm, right?
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