Aaaannndddd the scores are in!

Aaaaannnndddd Butthole kicks asssssssssssssssss!!!!! 37! 37 !!! 37!!!! All the hard work paid off and I could not be more excited for him. I am so proud of him!

Gahhh

On another note: Suck it Butthole's parents! WHAT NOWWWW????

Low iron.

It has been two months since my last donation. I've decided I'm going to become a regular blood donor and look for a blood drive every 8 weeks. Last week I made an appointment to go donate blood yesterday. I asked Glee to give me a ride and he said he'd actually donate, too. I thought: Great! I get a ride and UBS gets another donor!
I spent all day drinking water to make sure I was well hydrated. I ate fruit throughout the day to keep my sugar in place. I had a good hearty lunch (or so I thought). All to no avail. When Glee and I arrived we were greeted by the funniest, loudest, craziest women. They kept cracking jokes, making fun of each other, and complaining about the music. Through all the jokes and laughter I was asked the questions. Since I had my blood donor ID card it went a lot quicker- they already had all of my information. When she went to prick my finger I did the usual: shut my eyes tight, look away, and breath deeply... all while she made fun of me.
As we joked about my freaking out she took a sample and we waited for the results. Mid-joke she informed me I didn't pass the iron test: I was too low. EFFFFFFFFF. She offered to check again to which I said yes. I figured I had already made it that far and might as well do it. Poke. Sample. Test. FAIL. UGH! What a waste of time. I could have gone to the gym... damn.
She said I could try again today, though I can't because I work. Tomorrow, however, there's another drive somewhere else and I should only be working a half day. I'm thinking for lunch I'll down some pork, take a steak out of the freeze and gobble up some red meat for lunch tomorrow. That should do it, right?
I sure hope so.
Glee's donation went smoothly. The guy that drew his blood kept making irreverent jokes and joking that he'd just gotten out of prison and that he hated blood and needles. I wish I could have gotten poked by the sexist, racist, mentally-unstable, ex-con, too. :( Wait... that didn't sound right :P