
Until I heard all the bustle of the folks setting up next door and in the hallway.
I have not donated blood for several decades. For one thing, I was anemic as hell for several years and sort of got out of the habit. One of the lab ladies started the ball rolling and here we are.
They have to do a whole lot more screening these days; have you had sex with a,b,c?? I remember sex... have you traveled to A.B.C? Um no, I prefer to stay off air planes simply for the reason that it is a damned uncomfortable exercise.
I was also worried that I was still too anemic to donate. Lady stuck my finger and my hemoglobin was 15.1 you must be at 12.5 to qualify. Oh goodie onto the rest of it. After answering multiple questions on screen, I was escorted into the donating room. The technician inspected my antecubital fossa (forearm where needle goes) looking for prime veins. So site selected, needle inserted, tubing hooked up, squeeze little ball once every 4 seconds.
There was a young man in the next chair and he was having a little difficulty and the lady finally had to tell him that they would what they had. I have type B positive blood. I once heard that the Basque population is mostly B positive blood type.
Last step cookies and OJ.

My favorite, Chocolate chip!