I donated blood today. I've never done that before. Not that I hadn't tried...I was always rejected for one of the following reasons: I was underweight (god, how I wish I still had that problem), I'd recently taken antibiotics, or I'd had something pierced in the previous 12 months.
After that, any time I could've given blood, I had too much stuff in my system. Like opiates.
Giving blood today was one of my ways to make a living amend. The past 10 months I've been rather busy taking anything and everything I can from basically anyone. Moving past that time in my life is taking time, but today - on a whim - I decided to give back.
I wanted to give a part of myself to someone I didn't know. For the first time in awhile, I've actually been healthy enough for someone to want a part of me. It was exciting. I can't believe I was so elated over getting harpooned in the arm and drained of about a 10th of my blood.
I hope my time of only taking is over. This small thing - insignificant to everyone but me - is one of my milestones. A beautiful, bloody (okay not really, but it sounds cool) milestone.
Oh, and today is 65 days.
