I regularly gave blood in the 80’s and 90’s, until one day I was told my iron was low. I ate the recommended green vegetables; broccoli, spinach, beans, peas. No kale. Kale wasn’t discovered then and only used as decoration in the deli section. Despite eating iron rich foods, my iron didn’t go up. My doctor suggested I take iron pills, which I did, but it had its side effects. Another prescription to “rect’ify” that. I stopped trying to give blood, until yesterday.
It has changed from the time of walking in off the street, sitting down in the comfy lazy-boy like lounge chairs and watching the bag move to and fro. One thing that remains, are the juice and cookies offered while you rest. No, this round started with making an appointment. I’m glad my friends gave me the heads up as there were only 4 spots left. After initial screening, the prick station and private conversation about your overall health, travel history and social habits, I’m good to go.
I am glad I gave blood. It made me feel good. The body is an amazing organism. While resting, I noticed how everyone was smiling and having conversations with complete strangers. The volunteers were upbeat and encouraging you to come back. And that’s just what I did. I scheduled my next donation for February.