The phlebotomist who stuck me at the blood drive took forever drawing crosshairs on my arm, but then he missed. I appreciated that instead of digging around, he called over a senior nurse. She made a quick adjustment. A little twinge, but not too bad.
Apparently I really started to slow down at the end, though. A couple of nurses were scratching their heads and making me twirl the little squeezy ball instead of squeezing it. Maybe not enough water this morning, or maybe low blood pressure. (It was on the low side today even for me.)
Enjoying my traditional post-donation lunch at the Lincoln Street Diner a block away. Chris smoked some pork out back for today's pulled pork sandwich. Good stuff!