The Taylors, it seems, are not good at giving blood. I would say we don't have it in us, but that would be a far worse situation than we are really in.
Yes, that's right, I've continued the fine family tradition of failing to give a full unit of blood without going funny. No doubt this trend will end with us all, frustrated at our inability to save lives indirectly, taking to the streets in Lycra outfits and fighting crime wherever it appears.
Let's hope that doesn't happen. I do not want to see my family in Lycra outfits.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
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Huzzah! I was worried for a while you might sail through the exsanguination process and thereby be able to mock the rest of us. Now I can rest easy. Unless of course I need a blood transfusion one day...
Of course, in my defence, once they'd finally managed to get a decent enough drop of blood out of my fingers to check I wasn't anaemic I'd already lost about fifteen per cent of my blood volume.
Can't they just stick a magnet on you to test how much iron is in your blood?
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