Sangue Nostrum

My cell phone rings yesterday and it’s the San Diego Blood Bank:

“We see that you gave blood last year and we’re running very low on your type.”

“How low?”

“Less than a day supply.”

“Can I come in on Friday?”

[pause] “Well, we’ve got a bleeder.”


So I went in at lunch yesterday and had a latex and steel mosquito bleed me out.  The tap they put in my arm stung for most of the time, but I manned up and toughed it out.  I mean, it couldn’t be as bad as childbirth.  Am I right, ladies?


I’ll leave you with one final image that haunts me.  I see this room in my future.  I see myself teetering on a ladder in 90-degree heat and hanging rose-patterned wallpaper.  “Daddy, you’re not DOING it right!”

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2 comments on “Sangue Nostrum
  1. Babs says:

    Oh aaaah! a Pepto Bismol ( or abyssmal) nightmare!

  2. Crissy Po says:

    Yes, that's right. And labor lasts a lot longer too.

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