Blood and more blood

An hour of shopping this morning before my much needed hair appointment was followed by an appointment to give blood.

I was the first one there at my time slot so it was quite fun to be the first one on a bed in the donor centre. The actual donation went well. The trouble started when I picked up my coat, handbag and shopping bags. I deliberately put them in the hand of the arm which hadn’t given the donation but when I stopped to pick up my chocolate biscuit I transferred them to my other hand without thinking. I made it as far as the toilets before realising that blood was running down my arm. I made a huge mess which I struggled to clean up with toilet tissue before I admitted defeat and headed back to the reception desk. The staff were so lively. Sat ne down in a corner, ckeahed up my arm, tidied up the mess in the toilets and gave me a teeshirt to wear over my own one as my shirt and hoodie were saturated.

Mr PHL was waiting to pick me up thankfully so I didn’t have to take the bus home. A bit of a rush to get back for him to don his thermals before heading out for his second stint on the Santa sleigh run but we made it.

I rinsed out my clothes and coat and stuck them in the machine on a gold wash. Fingers crossed it all comes