I just got my two gallon pin in the mail
I went to a new donation center.
The woman at the counter was unfriendly, told me they were too busy.
She was overruled by the doctor, which gave me a vague sense of satisfaction.
I failed my hemoglobin test; two sticks and I left.
I ate shrimp afterward. I did not enjoy it.
I chewed a slow release iron pill; I hear you’re not supposed to do that. Something about iron poisoning.
I drove to a different donation center. The guy at the counter sang that Miss America song as I walked in.
I only felt a little uncomfortable.
I failed my hemoglobin test twice more while trying to hide my two previous stick marks.
The last time I was .1 under the accepted value.
No one will take my blood.
I’m feeling very rejected.