Yes, please, I'll have a bloody Michel. Thank you.
Although If you mix yours with mine, that would be called "The Bomb!"
The truth is I've always been afraid of the needle. When I was a child I had to have blood drawn and when the tech was doing it, she found that she had the wrong something or other after she had the needle part in my arm. So I had to sit with the needle part in my arm til she found the right tube to attach. It was painful and freightening for a child and sort of put me off from future donations.
If you think I am scared, you should have seen my former husband. We were required to get a blood test for marriage, so we went to the hospital to give our blood. Unfortunately for him, as we entered the floor to find the room in the hospital there was a nurse carrying a large bag of blood. It must have been for a transfusion. Well when my husband saw this large bag of blood, he looked at me with a fear in his eyes and screamed, " Oh no! Do we have to give all of that? No Martha, no." He went running down the hall in terror. It was all I could do to convince him that we did not have to give that much blood.
I know giving blood is very important, so I will try to muster up the courage to give the next time the blood drive comes to town. I promise.