I don’t like chocolate covered donuts. I just want a cookie, and some juice, preferably in one of those foil bags that I haven’t had since I was 8.
Today’s donation went really well. The girl was super-nice. It’s funny, I go through all those questions about drug abuse and sex with prostitutes with a big fat no, and we were on quite a rhythm when I totally derailed it by answering yes to “Did you ever have malari?” Of course it was 1990 so it didn’t make a difference but she was rather fascinated.
I forgot to mention that the nurse made a mistake when asking me the questions, she just ran through all of them and including one usually intended for men. I was answering them all easily until -
“Have you had sex with a man since 1977?”
I paused.
“Well. I am married and have a child, so at least once.”
She snapped her head up and looked at me shocked.
Beat.
Slowly she registered what she had asked.
We both burst out laughing.
I responded, “You guys must have a hard time finding donors if that excludes you.”