SUCCESS!

I did it! I qualified to donate! I probably shouldn’t be this excited about the opportunity to have a sore arm and spend a day weakened by moderate bloodloss.

While I experienced none of the predicted weakness predicted, I still worked a bit on milking it while at work. After all, it is the day before my glorious (that’s right, I said glorious) 29th birthday.

I’m clinging to this victory. After all, I set a goal and achieved it. Enough steak! Hey, they didn’t even have to put it through the spin test. Sure, people who haven’t been turned down for the whole blood donation thing won’t know what I’m talking about. Whatever, I totally rock. So take that and suck on it. I’ve got blood worth sharing, and that’s a victory.