365 Days of Jazz Hands - Day 168

MONDAY, JUNE 17th, 2013  

Today's hand jazzing deployment was administered in such vigorous fashion that all of the blood supply in my arms rushed straight to their corresponding fingertips to the point that it became mildly painful.  It was the good variety of pain, though, like how eating hot sauce makes your tongue tingle, or how ice cream gives you a temporary headache.  Like how a quick prick of a needle in the arm is followed by a subtle cool sensation.  Which brings me to the following announcement.  

Brace yourself...

The Blood Bus is coming!  The Blood Bus is coming!!!

Donating blood is a lot like recycling.  Well, it is a literal form of recycling, actually, but that's not quite what I mean.  The intended message here is that blood donation must be made abundantly convenient for the general public to participate.  If that statement is regarded as a scathing indictment of mankind, I'm guilty as charged.

I actually prefer to think of the statement as praise for those that make blood donation accessible to people like me.  Traveling nurses need not offer free t-shirts or steak dinners for me to partake, I must add...all they need to do is drive up to my place of business at a convenient time that works for me, announce their arrival and I'm there, ready to bleed, so long as I'm not on a scheduled conference call with phony accented colleagues (also known as actors).

Ready for selfish reasons, that is, as I am morbidly curious about the process of blood extraction.  Of course I relish the thought of attaining a new shirt for Pops and steak dinners are quite nice, both offerings are appreciated...it is the procedure and the sociological dynamic that takes place within a blood bus that lures me in.  I highly regard the idea that my actions may lead to some handy life saving, so there's that as well.  And the juice.  And cookie.  And sticker.  Any old excuse to wear a sticker with a cartoon drop of blood.  

Wednesday can not come quickly enough!

Today's Jazz Hands urge you to B Positive.  Day one-hundred and sixty-eight complete.