Lloyd and I gave blood on Wednesday. His school has been sponsoring blood drives, which I think is pretty awesome. I was amazed at the amount of work that went into the drive – the semi full of equipment, the different privacy booths where they interview you – set up with tables, chairs and laptops – and then the different donation stations. Katie (a friend from school) was there and I asked what they were hoping for, and she said 25 donors would be good. Twenty-five!?!? All that work for just 25? I hope they had many, many more donors than that.
Lloyd had an appointment, but I just tagged along. As a result, I was completely unprepared. It was like the morning I went for the blood test – I hadn’t had anything to drink that morning. Result? Sludgy blood.
Lloyd also forgot to drink water, and didn’t eat anything beforehand. He’s a self-proclaimed fainter, and true to form – he passed out. It was pretty freaky/cool. He was in a chair across from me, and when I looked over his head was lolling a bit and his eyes were open and staring-yet-not-staring straight ahead. Then his legs twitched a little. I regretted not having a camera, because that would have made this post, then I remembered to feel badly for him.
He was fine. Out for 10 seconds or so, then back with the conscious. I’m proud of him for going through this process willingly. You’re a trooper, Lloyd.