I can't get you out of my mind
I finally donated blood. I used to be semi-regular, but circumstances frustrated my earlier attempts to donate in Singapore. Many elements were the same as home, like the nurses trying both arms before finding a vein. I have deep, challenging veins, and my surprisingly low blood pressure doesn't help. They were also very sorry about the bruise and gave a small jar of creme for it. I've never cared about bruises.
The biggest surprise is my next donation date is in 84 days. I'd just assumed the 56-day break was universal law. Nobody knew if it was an arbitrary local decision or if they determined Singaporean bodies need more time to recover. I didn't realize I'd nearly memorized the American Red Cross screening form; their questions about activity which might contaminate blood were laid out differently, and there were some for which the correct answer was not ``No''.
They offered Cactus brand bottled water (huh?) and Milo (chocolate milk) while waiting in line, not just after. We were sat partly up, rather than laying flat, during donation. The sound of tubes popping open made me giggle. The gauze bandage was strapped on by a sort of `X' over and under my elbow, rather than one loop under the joint. I like gauze bandages, and don't care who knows.
They also gave us ferrous fumarate tablets, to be taken before meals the next couple days, which I keep forgetting to do. Also a cloth sack and a thank-you card (and pen) with my name written in. Nice.
Trivia: Though Francesco Petrarch donated his library to Venice, it disappeared and has never been accounted for. Source: A History of Venice, John Julius Norwich.
Currently Reading: The Best of Edmond Hamilton, Edmond Hamilton.