And have those hard conversations.

And agree to keep ALL of your blood inside your body from now on.

Or at least as much as possible.

So the office where I work had a blood drive.

I didn’t think anything about it.

Until they offered free Chick-Fil-A to the first 15 people that signed up.

And a free t-shirt.

First on the list, baby.

Yesterday was the blood drive.

As you can probably guess from the post title, it didn’t go well.

For me, anyway.

I was maybe five minutes into it and my whole body lit on fire.

And then suddenly I’m surrounded by nurses with ice packs and Gatorade and smelling salts.

First I was on fire and then there was all the sweat and then I was all pale and clammy and freezing and weak and shaking uncontrollably.

Then we all decided to stop taking any more of my blood out of me.

I got my free shirt, some chocolate chip cookies, another Gatorade, and a bottle of water and off I went to start my day.

This coming on the heels of a night without A/C so I slept like shit.

And no morning walk or run because I was trying to figure why the carport had no electricity.

I worked for a while before calling a time-out.

I went home and napped for about an hour…

I made sure to display my bandaged arm in the photo so you’d get the full, pathetic effect.

After my nap I felt much better.

And was able to kick a little ass for the rest of the day.

I was able to track down the part that the ridiculously amazing Lord Steel Bear needed to repair the A/C.

I got groceries.

I repaired the outlet that was fucking up everything in the carport.

And made fried rice and eggrolls for dinner.

After reflecting on it a while, I have come to accept that I have a constitution score.

Or at least I am susceptible to bleed damage.

Whichever.

Or both.

It’s important to know this about yourself.

Especially if I decide to join a group of adventurers in search of glory and riches.

Also, it’s kind of comforting to know that if I cut myself too badly, say on the rusty sabre wielded by a cave-dwelling skeleton, I wouldn’t have to suffer very long before I lost consciousness and completely bled out.

At which point I would expect the surviving members of my party to loot my corpse before leaving me behind to be eaten by goblins.

Ahem.

Anyway.

Today is Wednesday.

Time to drill a giant hole in a metal pole.

If you know what I mean.

And eat my coddamned well earned chicken sandwich

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC