Disclaimer: I am quite knackered as I write this entry. So don't expect coherence. You have been warned.
Eighteen months ago today, I arrived in England to begin life as an expatriate. Although there were definitely some difficult times last September and October, it has overall been a pretty spiffy ride so far. I agree with my assessment of six months ago, that moving here was definitely the right choice.
Yesterday, I gave away half a liter of my blood. Not like I was doing much with it, anyway. No bite marks on my hand this time, either. This makes the fifth time that I have donated blood in the UK -- they will only take it every sixteen weeks, so the count advances more slowly -- which means that I have earned my way to blue donor card. To celebrate, I think I shall throw a party in a couple of weeks, when I get back to the States. How does October 13th at the Event Horizon sound? See you there? Embarrassing though it is to admit, I lost track of how many gallons I donated in the States. Maybe I should call the New York and Heartland Blood Centers to see if they know. Of course, if I ever move back to the States, they will never take my blood again... now that I have lived in the UK.
Tomorrow I leave for Italy. My graduate student, JI, is coming along for his first trip to Gran Sasso. I will be showing him the ropes and training him on how to keep the experiment running.
I have not even begun to pack yet, but I think that can wait until tomorrow. Right now, I think sleep is a really spectacular idea...
Eighteen months ago today, I arrived in England to begin life as an expatriate. Although there were definitely some difficult times last September and October, it has overall been a pretty spiffy ride so far. I agree with my assessment of six months ago, that moving here was definitely the right choice.
Yesterday, I gave away half a liter of my blood. Not like I was doing much with it, anyway. No bite marks on my hand this time, either. This makes the fifth time that I have donated blood in the UK -- they will only take it every sixteen weeks, so the count advances more slowly -- which means that I have earned my way to blue donor card. To celebrate, I think I shall throw a party in a couple of weeks, when I get back to the States. How does October 13th at the Event Horizon sound? See you there? Embarrassing though it is to admit, I lost track of how many gallons I donated in the States. Maybe I should call the New York and Heartland Blood Centers to see if they know. Of course, if I ever move back to the States, they will never take my blood again... now that I have lived in the UK.
Tomorrow I leave for Italy. My graduate student, JI, is coming along for his first trip to Gran Sasso. I will be showing him the ropes and training him on how to keep the experiment running.
I have not even begun to pack yet, but I think that can wait until tomorrow. Right now, I think sleep is a really spectacular idea...
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Aw, shucks! :-)
Although I do have a needle phobia, I also know that each blood donation can save as many as five lives. There is no justification for letting an irrational fear of what I know to be a harmless process keep me from trying to save those lives.
But you should have seen me the first time that I donated, over ten years ago! They almost couldn't use me, because my pulse rate was too high from hyperventilating! When it finally slowed enough, I was mildly delirious, reciting songs from Les Miz and Einstein's equations (from general relativity) to distract myself from the needle in my arm. For years after, I was much better but would bite my right hand -- HARD -- as the needle went in. I'm finally at the point where I do little more than wince.
The fact that you gave blood so much in the States that you lost count is not embarrassing. In fact, considering how much it must take for you to lose count, it must have been a LOT. And anyways, it's not something to be embarrassed about.
Have I mentioned lately how much I Love you?
It's only embarrassing, I suppose, if you're me... and count things compulsively. I remember tracking my first eight donations quite strictly, as that got me into the "Gallon Club." Eventually, though, I did lose track. It's got to be in the thirties by now, I think...
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What is 'knackered'? From the context i gather it is to be 'fagged'.
*So averse am i to the latest trend of pronouncing neether as nyther that i resort to phonetics.
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The problem is that they would need a test for mad cow disease to feel comfortable receiving donations from people who have lived in the UK. As the prion is potentially transmissible by blood, history (ie the HIV problems of the early 80's) has made them jumpy about the possibility. I am not sure they have fully targeted *what* to look for, let alone found a test to find it. And for this, they can't simply take his word that he didn't eat beef over there.
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IANAD, or even a lab technician, of course.
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*splutters indignantly*
Bah! Don't they know that your blood will be enriched with History and Culture? And about the purifying effects of leaf tea and warm beer?
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If it makes you feel better, though, they won't take my blood here for four weeks after I've been in the States. Something to do with the West Nile, even though that's in Egypt. *scratches head*
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I know this was the case for me *before* because I lived in the UK for more than 6 months between the years of I think 1995 and 1997. I didn't know that had now become a permanent thing? That sucks.
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By the way, that's a nifty looking icon you got there. What's it from?
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Bummer about the blood. Stoooopid states!