Some things they don't tell you till it's too late. Like, as you are sliding off the padded chair, clutching your wrist under your chin, delighted with yourself for giving blood and indescribably proud of the two inch plaster adorning the inside of your elbow, the nurse calls out: 'Now, no alcohol for 24 hours. And no smoking for two hours.'
Ahem? I didn't sign up for this.
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Having inadequately trained ladies ram bits of metal into my flesh so as to rob me of my essence has never appealed to me. Thankfully, I am not allowed to give blood in the United States because I lived in England during the mad cow scare. Yes! Hooray CJD!
Ha! The nurse was male! You sexist pig, you.
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