Monday, July 24, 2006

I Am With The North (Finally)

As I mentioned previously, I was unable last week to donate blood because my hemogoblin hemoglobin level was too high. Today in the afternoon I got a call from a friend who was donating blood at one of the malls down here in the Valley of the Aboriginal Ghosts, so I decided to try again.

Luckily, this time my hemoglobin number was normal, and they let me donate. Two friends of mine were also there (the one who called stuck around), and we had a big blood party... uhm, yeah, that sounds right...

On to the pictures!

Getting my hemoglobin/iron checked. Success!


Final adjustments on the needle in my arm:


One-handed camera skillz with my other hand!


My nefesh filling up the plastic bag:

8 Comments:

Blogger Ezzie said...

:::dizzy::: :::naueseous:::

See, this is why I've never been able to give blood. Just seeing this post made my head spin. [Weird, because blood doesn't bother me, and I'm a pretty big guy. I don't get queasy when seeing roadkill or things like it, either.]

7/24/2006 7:59 PM  
Blogger Lipman said...

Shkôech!

7/25/2006 2:33 AM  
Blogger Mar Gavriel said...

1. It's freaky to think of that blood as your nefesh, being donated to someone else.

2. I was at a blood-party-- um, circumcision covenant-- at OZ this morning.

7/25/2006 11:17 AM  
Blogger AMSHINOVER said...

Yes...

I cant believe the news today
Oh, I cant close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...

cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...

Broken bottles under childrens feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I wont heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday bloody sunday...)
(allright lets go!)

And the battles just begun
Theres many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday

How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...

cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Tonight...

Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
Tonight
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
(come get some!)

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(sunday, bloody sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(sunday, bloody sunday)

Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
(here I come!)

And its true we are immune
When fact is fiction and tv reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

The real battle yet begun (sunday, bloody sunday)
To claim the victory jesus won (sunday, bloody sunday)
On...

Sunday bloody sunday
Sunday bloody sunday...

7/25/2006 12:53 PM  
Blogger The back of the hill said...

Darn it, Amshy, that's what I was going to comment!

7/25/2006 1:38 PM  
Blogger Steg (dos iz nit der šteg) said...

Ezzie:

Sorry about that. Would you have felt better if i had pulled the tube out and started spraying everything with it? ;-)

Lipman:

Thanks!

Mar Gavriel:

Mazal tov!

Amshinover:

Not Bloody Monday?
The Back of the Hill:

In that case you don't get a personalized response
(oh wait)

7/25/2006 5:51 PM  
Blogger tikkunger said...

I think its great that you are doing (well IMO that is) your part to help out.

Way to go you, you're a real mensch!!!

7/27/2006 10:07 PM  
Blogger Steg (dos iz nit der šteg) said...

Thanks!

7/28/2006 6:04 AM  

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