Life force draining

I’ve been trying to donate blood for awhile. A few weeks ago there was an article in the newspaper about the CBS. They were getting whiny because they were concerned about their lack of donations. I usually can’t donate blood because I’m, well, using it. On Wednesdays and Sundays I run and I need all the oxygen circulating throughout my body at maximum efficiency.
I did some calculating and figured the ideal time to donate would be after my long distance run on Sunday. Then I would have the longest amount of time before my next run, on Wednesday, which would be less than 10km, so easier on the body.
Unfortunately, the CBS doesn’t take donations on Sunday.
But this weekend I am not doing a Sunday run. I’m going to go to Priddis and see my mother. She is currently holding down the fort in the new home while my father remains in Winnipeg trying to sell the old one.
Incidentally, both sets of parents seem to be rather lonely now. I have to phone them often to keep their spirits up.
Since I am apparently not using my blood this weekend, I decided that I would donate after work some time. My schedule has been tight so it has been hard to fit it in. I figured Thursday evening would be my best chance, assuming other appointments passed quickly.
Then today there were problems at work. I didn’t get out until 5:30. There was no way I could make it to a run that late after a half hour commute to get home. With time available, I went and donated blood.
It was, well I can’t say painless, but it was over quickly. They drain your life force and then send you off to the cafeteria to get some liquid replenishments. One of the girls working there was telling an interesting story. She had played hooky from school and gone to West Edmonton Mall. While there she saw Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie taking in the sights. Mr. Pitt is in town filming The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.
I would like to think that the average Canadian will give these people space and leave them alone. Big stars should only be hounded when they are at promotional events and award shows. When they are relaxing they should be treated like normal people, which means ignored.
But I’m not in control of the average Canadian.