Today marked the day of my best friend Ruth and I going to donate (i.e. Sell) plasma for the first time. It wasn't that bad, although Ruth got a little woozy because she didn't eat enough breakfast or something, but she didn't really pass out. Close though. And as the lady stuck the needle in my arm, she says "Oh man, you have a roller" "Um.....should I be concerned?" Nah, my vein apparently kept moving around, I suppose it didn't really feel like being punctured. Neither did I after she had to literally dig around my arm for about a minute and a half with those big PVC pipe-sized needles they use. Now I'm not squemish about needles and such, which is probably a good thing, because she was really going at it. Eventually she found the vein and 45 minutes later I was on my way with a fresh wound that makes me look like a heroine addict. The reason Ruth and I went to the plasma place is because they pay you for your plasma. 25 bucks this time, and an extra 40 when we go again on Friday. Ruth and I are broke and jobless. so, we'll take what we can get. Oh yeah, I suppose plasma donation saves lives too, or something humanly decent like that. So that was my fun adventure for the day.
I'm trying to think of other things to say, but I don't really think I have anything else worthwhile. Nope not really, although today I did read a story in the newspaper about how some lady's 1500 pound pet camel sat on the neighbor who was painting the fence and the neighbor had to use her cell phone to call the police. I thought that was interesting. I didn't think people would have their cell phones with them while painting fences.
Just kidding. Later.
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