I have given blood exactly once in my lifetime. My current total for giving attempts? Four. This is getting ridiculous. I've now been denied three times for too-low iron levels. The first time it happened, I thought it was because of a defect in the machine because nearly everyone who came out of that one booth was sent away for being iron-deficient. Therefore, I went back the second time fully confident that I would be accepted. Epic fail. I then became aware that I actually did have an iron problem. So in preparation for the blood drive held at the local high school on February 1st, I ate spinach and raisins for a week and took a daily women's vitamin and thought I was in for sure. No such luck. I had the exact same iron content level. An 11.9, and I need a 12.5.
Okay, look. I understand that I'm a pre-menopausal female and that my mom also has problems with her iron levels, but seriously. I ATE FRIGGIN' SPINACH FOR WEEK. I would have been happier even if I was still denied but my levels had gone up a bit. At least that shows that something happened. But no...11.9. I hate that number. I wanna slash its tires, or TP its house. I would think that I'm anemic except for the fact that I'm relatively healthy otherwise. Probably just genetics and the American Red Cross acting against me. Or a government conspiracy. Either way, nobody's getting my blood.
Which is B+, by the way. The irony does not elude me.
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