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August 14, 2007



I used to donate all the time. Good veins, don't really feel the needle, fill the bag quickly, and I don't pass out. But I must need to eat more beef or sumthin' cause I can't get my iron level high enough anymore. I have enough iron for me, but not for donating.


SO how did the bloodletting go? My arms have finally healed from allowing a nursing student'locate' my veins way too much. Did you know that to pass a phlebotomy class you have to get t least 120 practice needle pokes from people you convince to let you stick it to them?

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