Not only did I stop off for a long overdue pint after work today, I left work early especially to avoid the queues. "Good grief, does that man think of nothing else but alcohol?", I hear the cries, but for once you would be wrong.
I remember when I was a youngster that Dad would sometimes come home from work and with hardly enough time to get his coat off, would turn around again and head back out telling me that he had to "see a man about a dog" or occasionally "a dog about a man" and when he came back he would fascinate me with tales of the "hole in his arm" that lay hidden beneath a newly placed plaster.
For as long as I can remember, Dad has been a blood donor and I always promised myself that as soon as I was old enough I would go too. Sure enough, only a few days after my 18th birthday I trotted off on my own to the local session and donated my first pint. Just as I'd always been led to believe, it was absolutely no big deal at all except that I had possibly just saved somone's life. Now that is a big deal, but I still remain unsuccessful in convincing many people to attend regularly.
You would think the fact that a complete non-hero like me could have saved so many lives by doing little more than lying down for 5-10 minutes every few weeks ought to be convincing enough.
However, alone or otherwise, I still continued to attend regular sessions twice a year and then three times when they increased the frequency but then for some reason couldn't make it to a session. Then I missed a few more, a minor operation prevented me from attending for 12 months and by then I'd just got out of the habit.
Last weekend, a leaflet dropped though my door saying that there was a session scheduled at the local village hall today - exactly 6 months and one day since the tattoo which meant I was elligble and available to give blood again.
Thinking back, it must have been around five years since I last gave blood and I walked into the hall feeling suitably ashamed. I'm pleased to report that it was a packed session but all the same, they were as grateful of my contribution today as they were for the 32 that have preceded it.
So here goes my pitch to a hopefully wider audience.
Apparently, only 5% of people who can give blood actually do, which is apalling given how simple and painless it is. Especially when there are actually peoples lives at stake. Please click on Billy's picture below to find out more, or to see when and where your next convenient session is, whether it's your first or perhaps just your first for a long time.
And if saving lives isn't incentive enough, just look at that smile on little Billy's face. Go on, do something amazing...
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Saving a life is important and indeed can be done within 30 minutes. I commend you for what you have done and hopefully you'll continue to do it :)
On Wednesday afternoon, I was just going to give Cathy a lift home so she could have a short session on the nebuliser cus I felt she was having breathing difficulties. As I assessed and reassessed the situation, I knew I needed more help for her than what I could do with a nebuliser. Rang an ambulance, short while later we were both in A&E, not a nice place. She's currently suffering chronic asthma and it's scary as hell to see when it comes on. Hope you and your kin don't ever have it.
She's in Gy hospital, Ward C3 at present, so if any of you from the Tap wish to visit then I know she'll really appreciate it. She'll be in hospital til after the weekend at least unfortunately.
For info on her full name you'll have to call me on 07792 075559 cus won't give that info out online in a public arena.
Fil
I had wanted to do that some years back but being an Englishman in the USA I am permanently banned from giving blood because I could potentially have mad cow disease. I guess I could fly back to Grimsberry and drop a pint or two off....
Thanks for your comment Fil - I'm really sorry to hear that Cathy is having a tough time.
Sometimes it takes a personal testament involving someone we all know to underpin the importance of these things.
On the [thankfully] few occasions I've been to Grimsby A&E it's largely been full of cases who are just a drain on valuable NHS resources. Indeed - not a nice place.
Please pass on my best wishes to Cathy and I hope she's back home again soon.
Well Pete, you have only been over there for what 12 years?! In fact, weren't you already living there when the whole mad cow episode kicked off?
Surely they can't believe it's genetic - mad cows and Englishmen...
I really know I should do it but it's the whole needle issue thing for me.
Now about these biscuits they give you, are they chocolate, or fig? Do you getmore the number of times you go? I need to have some sort of strong incentive to get me over the initial hurdles.
I can't remember the last time I saw any needles at a session - they keep that stuff well out of view, I'm guessing for that very reason.
Everyone asks about the biscuits and yes there's usually a decent selection! Personally I'm not much of a biscuit fan so I opted for a KitKat but in the past I've seen people chomp their way through handfuls of whatever's on offer.
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