So I was reading my mom-in-law's blog, Musing by Moonlight, and her touching post about the March of Dimes and the fight for preemie babies.
Since my own beautiful twin nephews were preemies, I chimed in the comments about how one of the best ways to help preemies is to donate platelets, also called apheresis.
So, it's been a while since I have donated, and since I like to practice what I preach, I called to make an appointment at my local blood center.
They said "YES! Can you come in today!?!?!"
The holidays are a tough time for both blood and platelet needs.
Here is my public service message:
Please, please, donate blood or platelets if you are able!
Here's my "I'm just a big candy ass" message:
Today?!?!?!? YIPE!
While I'm always glad to donate platelets, it never stops me from being very, very skeered!
However, whenever I give platelets, as they flow out of my veins, I always imagine that the person who receives my pretty little red blood cells will wake up, healthy and strong and craving the hell out of green chile chicken enchiladas.
My donation to mankind.
