Don’t feel bad. Mine doesn’t even test as positive for hepatitis, but since I have condition that affects my liver, and has hepatitis in the name, they won’t take my blood, despite the fact it is controlled by diet, does not affect my blood chemistry, and is not infectious. So I do other stuff, like the 3 1/2 hours I just spent driving some blood around.
Oh, and I am B+.
A+
I donated once at school. I have small veins. It took 20 minutes, and you could tell from their expressions that they were chaffing to get me out of the bed so the next person could go.
AB+ with beautiful veins (or so I’ve been told), but I can’t donate since I lived in Europe for a time and there’s the risk I might become a mad cow.
My husband says this has already happened.
He might not be my husband much longer.
I once wrote to father Guido Sarducci and he sent a postcard back saying his blood type was be positive.
heh.
I, however, am O+.
Mine is A-. Didn’t know that until I was pregnant.
And I have two major arteries in my left leg! Minor terrata. Heh. It’s actually not that uncommon I guess.
Do you know that the Japanese have developed a theory of personality based on blood type?
I am O+, my husband is O+, and our kids are…both O+. We’re a positive kind of family.
O-, CMV-, good veins. The blood bank calls me regularly. I imagine most O- people are told and encouraged to give blood, and once you do, and they have your number, you get reminded often of your blood type. Most people I know don’t know, but I swear all the ones that do end up being O-.
My understanding is all Rh- women get the shots when pregnant, no matter what Dad is, because they can’t be 100% certain the is the actual biological father, so they dose everyone. (My O- mother got them despite my father being B-)
A- in da hizzouse!
My father was A+
My mother was B+
All (6) of us kids are AB+
Not much, I think. Quite some donated blood goes to research, and worst case they can extract the plasma from it and use that.
Oh, and I’m O+
Siggy of the year-with proper attribution, of course. 
A+, as are my husband and our son. Our daughter, however, is A-. My husband’s parents are AB- and O+, as were my grandparents.
Blood typing turned weirdly traumatic in high school biology. We typed our blood, then we had to find out what our parents blood types were. It’s when I said that both of mine were O+ that the biology teacher pointed out (in front of the class) that this was absolutely impossible. That’s how I found out that the man who I had called Dad for my whole life was not my biological father.
My mother denied it and said he was, but she knew I caught her in a big one. Not only did the blood types not match up, but my dad was in prison around the time I was conceived. When I asked him about it, he said it didn’t matter, because I was his daughter no matter what. He knew I wasn’t his biologically, and he didn’t care.
:eek:
O+, with 2 O- girls in my life. (Wife & daughter). Mrs. Butler had to get the shot when pregnant with the Butlerette.
The Red Cross loved me for years, I went every 8 weeks, and they used my blood to make VZIG (chicken pox immune globulin… can’t spell what VZ stands for. :D).
I’ve not been nearly as diligent in the past few years though.
I picked B+, but only because there was no “Better than yours” option on the poll.
My type is O, Rh factor negative. I never even had my blood tested for type (with the possible exception of the pre-induction physicals I had at the Los Angeles AFEES in 1968, 1969 and 1970) until about a month ago, when it was done at my own doctor’s office. Apparently the Rh negative factor is rare in our family; it seems everyone else in the immediate family has positive. I know of no one else, related or not, who has O negative.
A- here.
Back when I was in the Army (and before I got Hep-B), it got me a 4-day pass.
A family of four, all A-, got into a car wreck, and the call went out to all trainees with A- blood. If you gave a pint, you got a 4-day pass.
Tapped off a bagful and headed for the airport.
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Why three?
O-, good veins - I suspect the Red Cross would like to capture me and keep me to bleed.
…well, maybe not, but I know they’re damned persistent about their reminders! 
Probably because the conditions that apparently disqualified me–acne and deafness in one ear (I had a boil in that ear; it was treated by a private doctor later). My guess is the Army medical people figured one or the other would have abated by my next physical; my hearing came back, but the acne lasted longer. The specific reasons I was rejected the third time, I don’t know.