Spent a couple of hours at the Red Cross today, donating blood. I thought it would be pretty quick, but I was painfully mistaken. After digging around in my left arm for a few minutes, they finally found a vein. Just one problem: they couldn’t get it to cough up any blood. So they took a few jabs at my right arm, with similar results.
For two hours, I had four very gracious and increasingly frustrated Red Cross nurses hovering over me with needles and tubes, trying desperately to squeeze the life out of me.
I know some people who refuse to believe that there are such things as living, flesh-and-blood composers, so I guess I was just doing my part to prove them right.