Ode to my Finger
I went to the Holiday Blood Drive to give blood.
The lady was nice and explain to me the form I needed to fill.
I filled it.
I waited on the line and finally it was my turn.
The nurse looked at the form I filled up and than poke my finger with a needle.
Ouch.
He put a cotton pad or whatever on it and then waited for a second.
He checked my pressure than checked my iron and…
my iron was a little lot and I was told NO.
NO?
I couldn’t donate blood.
I was truly devastated.
I was being told that I could save someone’s life but that I couldn’t anymore.
Just because my iron was low.
So I went home.
Sad and feeling confused.
And with my finger hurting.