No Shortage Of Parenthesis

Well, hey. Thanks for all of the Jonas Brother support. To be honest I thought I would end up with a lot more backlash. (But maybe you are all closet fans.)

I know you are all anxiously looking forward to a post all about my new working life, but you are just going to have to wait for a while.

So Saturday morning I ended up being a hero!

(Crap! I just realized I published this post before I was finished. So sorry to those who read this prematurely. And now you sadly know I don't write all of my posts in one sitting.)

Anyways, about Saturday. I ended up being a hero. (I know you are thinking I am a hero everyday) but thanks to my always giving friend, Leinani, we went and donated blood!

I had never been to donate blood. I have always wanted to (I'm not creeped out by needles like my roommate is.)but have never had a friend who has wanted to come with me. (I later learned that it is a realistically singular process, so there is no need to have a friend to hold your hand.)

I prepared all week by taking all of the vitamins my parents have been trying to get me to take for years. (I'm not against them, I just forget.)And tried to get my iron levels up as high as possible. I thankfully passed the iron test, filled out many question questionnaire, breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't come in contact with monkeys for the past year, ensured the nurse I was really who my drivers license said I was, and admitted that I in fact did not have AIDS.

Yes, it is a long process to finally get to the blood taking step, but everyone was very helpful and nice along the way. I proudly wore my 'First Time Donner' sticker. And every person I came in contact with thanked me for my donation. One of the nurses even told me I should consider a career in radio or television because I had such a beautiful voice.(How's that for the best compliment, EVER!)

Finally I got to the actually blood taking step, and again the compliments continued. I apparently have veins that were made to donate blood. (Thanks pasty white skin!) And to even the nurses surprise it took me only six minutes to drain almost a liter of blood from me. An awesome time for a first timer like myself.

I had my fill of apple juice and after a five minute resting period, the nurses once again thanked me for my donation and the fact that I was a hero. I had just saved three lives! I was rewarded with more apple juice and cookies and the satisfaction that comes with helping. I only suffered a small bruise around the injection sight and slight weakness, but it was worth it.

So if you are having a particularly bad day, if you think that nothing you do matters, or no one loves you, I suggest you go and donate blood. You will honestly leave feeling fantastic about yourself. And extra bonus, you will end up helping someone else.(Plus, let's not forget about all the free juice and cookies.)

I am seriously looking forward to March when we will be able to donate again.

Lots more to talk about in the next couple of days.

Love you all lots and lots.

As Always,