Prom Night at the Blood Bank

So, I'm guessing that many if not most of you got to go to Prom. I did not as Lily (aka my mother) was disgusted with the idea.

"Mom, I want to go to prom."

Lily - "What is that?"

"It's a dance and you go with a boy..."

Lily - "which boy? no boy. go with Meredith."

"Meredith is a girl. And, she has a date."

Lily - "You are not dating with anyone, okay?"

"It's 'dating' not 'dating with', Mom."

Lily - "No prom for you!"

Anyway, it's not like anyone was going to ask me. My friend, Becca, asked Brian Elliff if he'd go with me.

We're still waiting for him to get back to her.

Anyway, I felt I was going to the Prom today. Only it was at 8:30 a.m. and it was to the blood bank so I could donate my own blood for Monday's operation.

Same difference.

My Chinese driver, Andie (he's a male but that's how his name was spelled on his name tag), was dressed in a suit, opened the door and when I got in there was a mini bar, a champagne glass, confetti and balloons.

That's right - what was in your limo to Prom? Bet I gotcha beat.

At the blood bank, they took two units of blood and made me eat a two-day-old blueberry muffin. Then I had a shot of orange juice and got to leave...

...until I went down.

look at all the pretty stars and...why is someone waking me up?

Nurse Ling was slapping me awake yelling "hello"? "HELLO?"

I wonder if she had me confused for Bunky. I mean, I'm not in shackles...why are you slapping me? How about petting my head instead and bringing me a younger muffin?

So, I got up, they called Andie who helped me up the stairs and took 3 calls from Irma who was freaking out. Irma, you may recall, is my case worker at the National Marrow Donor Program and asked me if I could lie down at work.

Sure, Irma. I do my best work at work lying down. Everyone does.

Who are these people?

I guess I'll find out on Monday. Until then...