If I am not able to give blood myself, I can sure help at the bloodmobile. Today was a good day as the city auditorium was transformed into a Red Cross convenient place to donate blood. I worked the registration desk with my good friend, Alice. The people donating are called to the next area where they are screened and tested. The ones able to donate are then led to a vacant table and made comfortable.
After they fill up a bag with their blood, they are escorted to an area set up like a lunch room and fed sandwiches and chips and pickles and snacks and drinks. The volunteers are encouraged to partake in the fare, but since I eat gluten free there is usually not much I could snack on anyway. But it is fun to watch the folks munching and visiting until they are told it is okay for them to go when they are ready.
There is truly a need for blood, and I admire the people who share with others like this. The one and only time I be-bopped into a Red Cross bloodmobile years ago, I was on the table a long time, long enough to watch people on each side of me come and go several times. Finally the lab tech told me I can't give blood, they couldn't even get a third of what they get from others. My itty bitty veins don't cut the mustard, or in this case, the blood. But that doesn't keep me from helping in my own way.