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This is a Bone Marrow Post
News of me being a bone marrow donor.
H'okay, so, Things are all worked out and MW and I are going to Grand Rapids on Friday. I will be reimbursed for the monies I would be making and the gas it takes to get there. As father is taking the Jeep in to see about that fuel system glitch and an annoying rattle the entire back bedplate has picked up, we are taking the Pacifica to GR. The Pacifica is huge and heavy and still gets fairly good gas mileage because once you get it above forty, it will keep rolling and rolling a rolling. It takes miles for that car to coast to a stop.
While I am in GR, I will have a complete physical (yay I no longer have to schedule one) and tested for Unpleasant Bugs, like HIV/AIDS and West Nile. Then I will have an information session, where I will be talked at and bored silly, but they are legally obligated to Let Me Know.
Afterward, before turning around and driving home, MW and I are going to hook up with Gen, my crazy sorority sis, who for some reason thinks it necessary to take 23 credits next term. 23!
Then we will return home in time for weekend!
Funny thing that happened: BF was over (I need to get him a netname, or find out what his SN is) and I was filling out the "are you healthy" questionnaire. I filled out an identical questionnaire a month ago when they asked for more blood samples to see if I was a donor, but anyway. He's sitting there being sweet and cuddly, and I keep reading these out loud and yelling across the house to MW for the ones I don't know. (Honestly, what the hell is a Creutzfeldt-Jakob's disease?)
Questions 9, 9a, 9b, 10, and 11 were all about pregnancies, and the fact that I am not nor have ever been. The last one was "Do you plan on getting pregnant in the next six months?" and I could feel him freeze up. Because he is Shy and absolutely terrified of making a mistake. And my brother chooses that moment to walk in on us.
I thought it was funny, at any rate. They both turned beet red while I checked the "no" box and kept on filling out the questionnaire. Obviously, I am less squickable than either of them. I blame/thank Chat for this.
So the end deal is: I will probably be on Friday evening, but I cannot say for certain, and I should know in a week or so if I am in fact going to donate marrow.
Whee! :D
H'okay, so, Things are all worked out and MW and I are going to Grand Rapids on Friday. I will be reimbursed for the monies I would be making and the gas it takes to get there. As father is taking the Jeep in to see about that fuel system glitch and an annoying rattle the entire back bedplate has picked up, we are taking the Pacifica to GR. The Pacifica is huge and heavy and still gets fairly good gas mileage because once you get it above forty, it will keep rolling and rolling a rolling. It takes miles for that car to coast to a stop.
While I am in GR, I will have a complete physical (yay I no longer have to schedule one) and tested for Unpleasant Bugs, like HIV/AIDS and West Nile. Then I will have an information session, where I will be talked at and bored silly, but they are legally obligated to Let Me Know.
Afterward, before turning around and driving home, MW and I are going to hook up with Gen, my crazy sorority sis, who for some reason thinks it necessary to take 23 credits next term. 23!
Then we will return home in time for weekend!
Funny thing that happened: BF was over (I need to get him a netname, or find out what his SN is) and I was filling out the "are you healthy" questionnaire. I filled out an identical questionnaire a month ago when they asked for more blood samples to see if I was a donor, but anyway. He's sitting there being sweet and cuddly, and I keep reading these out loud and yelling across the house to MW for the ones I don't know. (Honestly, what the hell is a Creutzfeldt-Jakob's disease?)
Questions 9, 9a, 9b, 10, and 11 were all about pregnancies, and the fact that I am not nor have ever been. The last one was "Do you plan on getting pregnant in the next six months?" and I could feel him freeze up. Because he is Shy and absolutely terrified of making a mistake. And my brother chooses that moment to walk in on us.
I thought it was funny, at any rate. They both turned beet red while I checked the "no" box and kept on filling out the questionnaire. Obviously, I am less squickable than either of them. I blame/thank Chat for this.
So the end deal is: I will probably be on Friday evening, but I cannot say for certain, and I should know in a week or so if I am in fact going to donate marrow.
Whee! :D