In which I am both awesome and not awesome at blood donation

I guess all those years in Albuquerque have made me extra resilient to blood-oxygen changes. I donated blood yesterday and I could barely even feel it today, even going up stairs.  Not even a bit of huffing and puffing! If it hadn't been for my sore finger and arm, I would have forgotten that I was supposed to still be drinking lots and taking it a bit easy.

Awesome part number two is that I have barely a bruise.  This is normally true for me, and wouldn't be surprising... except for the  less awesome part, which I'll put behind a cut for those who might not appreciate details about my blood donation.

( It sounds more unpleasant than it was, honestly. )

End result, I have successfully donated blood yet again, I have suffered even fewer ill effects than one might expect, and I got to feel all heroic about having a hole in my arm and maybe saving a life. So yeay!