So, how long has it been since I last blogged? I am definitely due for an update and I thought today was particularly good to blog.
I was thinking of what would make people come to read my blog more and click on the great little ad just to the right…(hint hint)
I came up with a great idea, I would cave in and try to capitalize on a trend. VAMPIRES! BLOOD! GORE! So this entire article will be about those three things and full of subliminal messages for you to click on the ad just to the right… (hint hint)
I guess I can’t start an article on Vampires if I don’t mention Dracula, Edward and that other guy that competes for Edward’s girl’s affection. Of course there’s been a plethora of things written about Dracula and think I would be doing the world a disservice if I tried to summarize my pathetic knowledge of Dracula and such. Suffice to say, if you want to know more go to wikipedia and look it up.
Vampires, that’s a subject that I do like, no specific vampire either, vampires in general. Of course I now have to go into a bit of a back story. (Start wavy lines segue…) When I was younger I was rather sick, nothing too bad, more just chronic(not CHRONIC & BLUNT, chronic), more just recurring, annoying and potentially life threatening. I was born with asthma, and for the first 20 years of my life it wasn’t very well controlled. I would typically have at least one major asthma attack that would land me in the hospital a year. I was also on a medication that I had to be tested on a regular basis to confirm that it’s the appropriate dosage. I used to be a bit of a pin cushion, I would have to have dozens of blood tests each year.
Now you would have to know my mother and her sense of humor. I’m sure a lot of what she said was to hide her concern and trepidation at my ailments and subsequent treatments. I am also certain that she said things to try to make it easier on me and keep me seeing the bright side of the coin. ( A bit of a mixed metaphor, but you get it.)
So my mother would call the nurses and technicians that would take my blood, vampires. In essence they took my blood just like a vampire. To this day when I have to have blood taken for the various tests and what not I still think of the nurses and technicians as being vampires, and I inwardly smile at all the times mom would comment on the vampires.
You can’t talk about vampires without talking about blood. Today I am giving blood. I have always wanted to give blood, because of the various treatments and episodes I have had being hospitalized and what not, I thought it would be good to give back. I don’t think I’ve ever needed a blood transfusion or anything like that but really what else can I give or do to help others? I have given blood twice before and I find the most painful part is the paperwork involved before actually giving blood. The needles don’t hurt, nor does the attention that they give me. I definitely dig the cookies and juice/pop after the donation. (Don’t get met wrong, I understand the necessity of the paperwork, just don’t like it.)
The Canadian Blood Services slogan is “Blood, it’s in you to give.” I fully agree with that statement, however what if on a rare occasion it’s not in me to give? What if I don’t have any extra to give? I know the likelihood of that is pretty slim, but stranger things have happened. I suppose it’s really happened where people have had to be rushed to the hospital to be taken care of after giving blood due to “not enough blood”.
Now that I have mentioned my morbid thought, I will say even if this were the case, I would still give blood. When I was signing up for my appointment, I thought it was a month earlier and I was 1 day shy of being able to give again and I was trying to weasel my way in to give blood before I was due. I am surmising that this is the reason why they don’t let you give blood more often.
So, I have talked about Vampires and Blood. What about Gore? I think he’s a flake.