Last week, I texted him to see if he'd want to donate blood with me. He said sure and that he'd never done it before. What? How did I not know that? I used to donate often in my 20's, but just stopped after I fainted once. Then, life got crazy. Now, they were bringing the blood people to our clubhouse. How could we say no? I always think when Noah was born, I needed someone's blood and platelets. Thank goodness for kind people who donate such things.
So, I made our appointments. As it turns out, David is big enough to give a "Power Red" donation. They take more out and do something with it; basically, it can save six lives.
He also got back in some sort of solution hanging there in the bag on the left. It took like 30 minutes too!
I'm not big enough for the power red, so I just did the regular donation, which they said saves three lives.
Sorry the pictures stink, I'm not good with my left hand.
All in all, we saved 9 lives. Not bad for one evening.