Plasma - The Quest to Save Lives and Enjoy the Spoils

Mallory and I have decided to start donating plasma (very noble of us). We took the brave plunge last Thursday and gave up our precious blood protein at Talecris. Did I think it hurt? Nah, not really. Was it worth the $40 and pride of knowing I helped others by sitting around for 3 hours? Heck yes. However, 3 days later and what do I have to show for our little adventure? A big fat bruise!!! Grossy. And does Mallory get a big fat bruise? NO!!!  I'm not a happy camper. Apparently, the meager state of my checking account is persuasion enough to ignore this fact and go twice again with Mal this week. Oh the lengths we go to save lives....and make money. *sheepish grin*

Least favorite parts about donating plasma

1. Abnormally giant ugly bruises. Seriously people, that is not supposed to happen.

2. The saline. "So...fricking...cold" to quote Mallory. It felt like someone turned on the air conditioner, INSIDE of me. I couldn't shake it off and my teeth were knocking together full speed baby. Next time, I'm asking for a blanket. 

3. Grumpy front desk lady. I tried to make her smile....it didn't work. I asked her if she was having a rough day...she said "Not really, just these idiot kids." Wow. She reminded me of Umbridge, but wearing gray instead of pink. 

Favorite parts about donating plasma

1. Getting lost. Very lost. How that happened when we looked at the map 5 minutes before, I don't know. But it was comical after the fact. 

2.Waking up really really really late. Like really. Imagine having plans to orchestrate a giant breakfast of champions before donating and instead waking up to Mallory creepily standing in your doorway 15 minutes before our appointment. Whoops. 

3. Almost getting turned away....by the grumpy lady. She was really grumpy. I don't know who peed in her Cheerios but she apparently decided to take out her hunger and frustration by hating the world!

As you can tell, donating plasma was AWESOME!!!  We had so much fun, and such a good morning. All smiles and no complaints here. (Hopefully you are bright enough to catch on to the slight hint of sarcasm that was written with). Regardless, I know in the end our selfless acts of service will be rewarded by the not so-selfless joy of 30 more bucks in the bank account. It's an all around win-win. And so we forgo the discomfort of bruises, shivers, and scowls and continue on with quest!